May 3, 2016
Over the course of a year, Miriam Weinstein gets a lot of use out of the black elements of her wardrobe. She attends shivas and burials, says Kaddish, lights Yahrtzeit candles, remembers those she has loved. The black is also in the humor, as she examines mourning practices both familiar and strange. She also learns how our dead change over time: we keep them with us, even as we let them go.