Started writing again. Spent a good 20 minutes looking for a story, and it all came back to Baghdad and my overexxagerated Iraqi heritage, my mom’s addiction to tea, my frequent trips around the world, adult ADD and crossword puzzles. Look no further than your own [dysfunctional] family! We’re not at all dysfunctional, actually. Normal, easygoing Los Angeles suburbanites who mostly fight about who sits bitch when we drive to one of our aunts house for one of the big Jewish holidays. (It’s usually me or Gil)
Thank you David Sedaris, and thank you transatlantic flights!