Next week is Rosh Hashanah and thus begins the season of family gatherings. Lines at the airport, slow-cooked suppers, and lovingly-wrapped gifts await us with open arms. Whether or not schmoozing with Great Uncle Hal is your idea of a good time, familial obligations at least offer that inherent sense of community — the tribe as elemental as your DNA. But don’t worry, after surviving the third-degree love-life interrogation from your mother, and feeling like the black sheep at the grad-school brunch table, you will return to your life and the enthusiastically inclusive clan of Keep It Weird.
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