My mom calls me. “Do you have a candle,” she asks. “No..” I think of all the Glade scented candles I have. She can’t mean those. Her voice sounds serious. “Why not? Don’t you know what day it is?” I start to panic. I didn’t know. I felt like I failed some sort of Jew test. “No. What day is it?” “It’s Holocaust Memorial Day. Go light a candle.” Oh, I had candles. But,I wasn’t going to light a ...




