Passover sneaks up on me. With our two older daughters away at college and no invitations to attend a Seder elsewhere, the holiday seems easy to ignore. Then, on the second night, Atticus asks, "When's our Seder?"
We have a close relationship, and I haven't stopped being her Girlfriend Mom, even though I'm no longer the girlfriend. I'm not one to get caught up on technicalities.
Still, what kind of life do we live when we are filled with bitter resentment and refuse to move forward and embrace new opportunities?
I was setting my seder table, polishing Miriam's cup, a new addition to the ritual objects we Jews include in the telling of the story of the Exodus. ...
We are challenged these days by the ugly reminders of anti-Semitism on both sides of the Ukrainian conflict and, of course, so recently in our own backyard. We must both remain vigilant against those who would do us harm and anticipate not increasing danger but redemption and peace.
When Passover arrives and I have to give up my favorite granola for a week, I'm not a happy camper.
We, like all Americans, hold a share of the guilt for what happened in Kansas City because we have failed to keep effective gun control legislation at the top of the national agenda -- if it ever really has been there at all.
It is time and then some to move on to the pleasures of spring.
In the Jewish and Christian chains of memory, the memorializing process is not some type of thinking we do with our brains; it is something we enact through our bodies. This digital memory is touched with fingers, and ultimately ingested, chewed, and swallowed.
For forever, the only Passover-approved cookie available at the grocery was an almond macaroon. Like a beloved family tradition, those icky sweet orbs have been passed off from one generation to the next as the holiday's go-to sweet. Falling into the ancestral way, I've been serving almond nuggets for over 30 years, until this year, when I experienced a macaroon epiphany.
Through the retelling of our history as slaves, we are also compelled to remember that slavery still exists in our midst.
Some of the most glorious stories are of our mistakes, and how we made ourselves better because of them.
Where on the African continent can you find a Seder this week? Try Rwanda. As in years past, we're looking at a standing room only list for ours (and we're not the only ones!).
About half way through the Passover holiday you start thinking about bagels. You crave bagels because you can't have them. It's not the same as wanting a matzah on Chanukah.
Recounting the Ten Plagues at Passover makes me think of a contemporary plague we've been seeing in full force just this past week: Bible pests. Whet...
I was impressed by the attainments of the Chicago students and I believe they, too, were affected by learning something new. It was a good day in a Chicago public school.