It started after my mother died. She was a concentration-camp survivor—a prodigy concert pianist in Vienna who was taken when she was only a girl. She taught me the piano by holding her hands over ...
The Central Branch of Brooklyn Public Library appears to be like any other — with fluorescent yellow lights, linoleum tile floors, and a nostalgic fragrance of dusty books. On a Friday afternoon in ...
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