The Color of Love: A Story of a Mixed-Race Jewish Girl

by Marra B. Gad

My great-aunt Nette liked getting married so much that she did it five times.

Clever racists, like other abusers, like to do their work in secret, leaving bruises that only appear on the inside.

That’s the thing about abuse. Its ghost lives on long after the abuser has died.

We were, all of us, survivors, an unfortunate thing to have in common.

One of my favorite sayings is “If the door does not open for you, it’s not your door.”