I am the daughter of a Jewish Mother, so that means my mom has spent almost every day of the last 45 years of her life worrying about me. And I have given her plenty to worry about. Nothing majorly epic—I’ve never had a baby out of wedlock, or developed a crippling drug habit, or murdered anyone—but any gray hair sprouting from that woman’s head is 100% directly because of me. She never has to worry about my brother, the successful lawyer. She only has to worry about me, the unsuccessful whatever I am. It wasn’t always as bad as it is now, though. There was a nice 4 year period where I didn’t...