Last night I received a wonderful gift. Deanne and Irv Bayer lived across the street from my parents when I was born; we moved away a couple years later and then, four years after that, returned to the same street. They were still there, and my mom still called Deanne her Jewish mother. I got birthday cards from her alongside those from my actual grandmothers and to think of walking down the.. Read More
A little bit of a follow-up to my last post: this essay offers a lovely discussion of the ways in which our perception of a place (in this case, Cleveland) can blind us to lived reality.