I am grateful to have published two stories this week. One, on Kveller.com, honors my grandmother Sarah (top photo, above) and the Passover candy that was our familly tradition. The second is about how we don’t always get to celebrate the way we planned. The photo beneath my grandmother was of me, taken right before our seder in 2018, a few hours after one of my chemo treatments. Under the scarf is the wig I fondly called Ben Franklin — a halo of long hair coming down from my bald head. Below is a batch of imberlach I made during Passover 2020, the year of our virtual seders. Thankfully, my doormen pretended to enjoying so I didn’t have to eat it all myself. Enjoy reading everyone. A zizen Pesach to all.
Thank you for sharing. I can totally relate and wonder every year how many more Seders will we have and how to adjust to the changes. -Helene-