Just after our improvised family Thanksgiving, I strolled naked onto my patio and fell headfirst into our Meyer lemon tree. As I lay there in the garden, bleeding from a dozen different places on my body, Meredy crying out to me…or perhaps it was me crying to her…I had one of those realizations that had…
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My parents were immigrants. They landed on Ellis Island without an invitation. Everyone lived together in a boarding house in Detroit. After my folks met and married, we all moved together, aunts, uncles, cousins, and grandparents, to the same building in West LA., where I spent my first five years. I slept in the…