I was born in New York City and lived in an apartment building called The House of Joyful Living. On the roof there was an outdoor shower, a goldfish pond, some potted trees, a handball court, and a hawk s eye view of the buildings around us including the Empire State Building. With a mama and a papa all to myself, it seemed that we lived in paradise. Then my two sisters were born and we moved to an apartment in Brooklyn no goldfish pond, but from the six-story roof I could see the Statue of Liberty lifting its torch to me and the tall, gray smokestack of the nearby Pilgrim Laundry. When I was...