1.0 link 101117 http://www.huffingtonpost.com/felicia-c-sullivan/love-conditionally-how-on_b_101117.html In Brooklyn, my mother and I lived with a man named Avram who taught me two sentences in Hebrew: I love you and I need five hundred dollars. His body was covered in hair as thick as wool, but his skin was slick, smoothed with baby oil. He never left the house without Afrin nasal spray and toothpicks. Avi drove a station wagon with buckets of paint, turpentine, and brushes cluttering the backseat. On the way to school he always...

]]> 2008-05-20T05:12:00-04:00