There is a photo hanging in my mother’s house. It was the very last photo taken on May 13th, 1990, the day I was Bat Mitzvah-ed in an old once-Church of Scientology in Milwaukee, Wisconsin.
I was tired, irritated, annoyed, done.
I loathe this photo. Every time I pass it in the hallway, I cluck my tongue and utter an under-my-breath comment.
