is a book by Esther Milner that I used in my thesis research. But the latter half of spring break has seen it take on an ironic (and perhaps schadenfreudeian?) new role in its place on my desk, leaning against my alarm clock. The second week of break, which I set aside to do my job application, devolved into me enjoying several levels of atrophy. I somehow made it through the New England winter with the constitution of an Olympian, but the first bird-chirps of springtime had me sleeping off a fever for an entire week.
The right choice.
The right choice.
Esther Milner was my aunt. She was a fascinating person and way ahead of her time. She used say that "If you're poor, you're crazy; but if you have money, you're merely eccentric." She managed to squeak by in the eccentric category most of the time. More than anything, she was prescient. Way back in the 1950s she did her bit to desegregate the South and later in the 1960s, she explained to us that big houses in the suburbs were depleting the land and our imaginations (she later came to own a mountain of rotting rye in upstate New York but that's another story). Thanks for reminding me of her.
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-Liz Milner