My grandma has the most beautiful skin of anyone I know. The only product she has ever used on her body or face is Nivea. My grandpa, who escaped Nazi Germany, introduced her to this product…
When we visited Auschwitz in 2008, we saw an old tin of Nivea that belonged to one of the slaughtered Jews…
My brother and I were so overwhelmed by the piles of discarded objects, we couldn’t stop laughing. It was very inappropriate…
My grandma, who has never in her 88 years had a manicure – she is afraid of the picking at her skin – has the most elegant hands you’ve ever seen. Her nails are perfectly smooth and long and strong. Always shaped into even ovals, with a very subtle point at the end. She wears her engagement ring – which was my grandpa’s bar mitzvah ring and which changes color with her mood – on her pinky finger. I love stroking her soft, puffy veins when we hold hands. Maybe it’s the Nivea…
She has only ever used Max Factor pancake foundation. I love the smell of the tanned sponge…
Her lipstick always makes this very specific round shape – try as I might to apply like she does, my lipstick never looks like this.
I'm Worried My Therapist Hates Me: A neurotic millennial's musings and doodles on life, parenthood, and the myriad ways she can blame her mother for her troubles. 