It’s that time of year again. Highlighters are running dry and the law school library is starting to feel like a second home. Finals are looming, and with them comes the pressure to be constantly grinding, constantly studying, constantly being…

My mother was a typical Jewish mother–and my grandmother was the mold they made them from down to the chicken soup-trust me. When I was a kid and occasionally late coming home, I could see my mother standing on our…