Learning to ride, falling down, getting back on
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Hannah Gold is the pseudonym of a writer whose work has appeared or is forthcoming in Willow Review, Sulphur River Literary Review, and the Alaska Quarterly. Her essay in this issue is part of a memoir-in-progress.
I can’t make it through a Seder without laughing. Across the table, my sister makes faces at me and walks her parsley across her plate. The balls of gefilte fish quiver on the good china, dressed in a suspension that we call “snot” and carefully scrape off with our forks.