Last Week, I Brought An Anti-Semitic Dessert…

Last Saturday, I was in Boca eating dinner at my Great Aunt Barbara’s. She's 89. Seven years ago, her husband passed away. A few years later, Barbara had a stroke that limited her ability to use her right arm. It also messed up her speech. “Yesses” and “Nos,” she’s now mastered, but anything else sounds like nonsense to the untrained ear.

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