Just when I begin to think that I have problem, along comes Natalie to provide a dose of perspective:
My husband's grandmother is a former Nazi youth. Not her fault.
I am Jewish. Not my fault.
The first time the woman ever met me, she was standing at her stove making schnitzle and she said to me - the first words out of her mouth to me were, "I don't like the name Zoe."
Today, she's coming into my home. I will be standing at the stove cooking kotlet schabowy and I will turn to her and say, "The picture of Clint Eastwood is not coming down from over the toilet. Deal, yo."
My house, my rules.
At least none of my in-laws were Nazi youth (at least so far as I know)....
