I’ve always loved stories about people who put their families before themselves. It’s such a noble endeavor. You can’t choose your family, as opposed to friends. Especially in L.A. You really get to see how friendships are put to the test; it stirs everyone’s egos. But if something goes south with a friend, you have the option to say we’re not friends anymore. Your family—that’s your family. Trying to make that system work and trying to make it not just functional but actually enjoyable is a really challenging endeavor, and that’s certainly how it is with my family.
Shalom! I'm Deb...nice to meet you! :) Welcome to my blog! She/her/hers, 25. Sitting for Feb. 2019 UBE (bar exam). Reform Jew. Liberal with sprinklings of socialism. Flutist since the age of 9. Intersectional feminist. Yankees, Jets, and Rangers fan, but I support all NY (and Chicago) sports teams. Aquarius. (Dark) Chocoholic. Crazy cat lady.
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