I grew up in New York City, in Queens. I left my parents’ home to go away to college when I was barely sixteen. I was not happy living there, for a long time. There were so many arguments, so much yelling. There was a lack of kindness and extreme imposed austerity. My dominant motivating force had always been fear. Do well in school — or else. Clean your room — or else. Place the needle on the record and ever so carefully lower the plexiglass lid on the turntable so as not to disturb the needle — or else.
Going Home
Cathy Ladman

Were we raised in the same household? This is why I want to bulldoze that house in 30 years, if not less.

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