Andrea Kott
Looking at me, you wouldn’t have guessed. I was a smart, outgoing, well-nourished, girl from a secular Jewish home, a top student at the school where I never missed a day.
I was also a battered child.
Looking at me, you wouldn’t have guessed. I was a smart, outgoing, well-nourished, girl from a secular Jewish home, a top student at the school where I never missed a day.
I was also a battered child.
The board of health quarantines the fictional family, forcing Passover to be sorely reduced. It’s a lonely moment.
When it comes to Passover 2020, we can start by thinking of it as a kind of contemporary foraging in our refrigerators, freezers and pantries, a sort of continuation of the efforts of our foremothers.
Some folks are turning this time into an opportunity to begin exercising, bond with family and pets, clean closets, or garden. I am reliving the Days of Awe.
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I hadn’t contemplated what Jewish life abroad might look like or the compromises I might make. The landscape was that of Cezanne and Van Gogh, cobblestone streets, the ubiquitous skinny baguettes tucked under the arm. The seder, however, had an agenda.
What if wee find we are more resilient than we knew?
My faith has taught me that a woman is a human being, but a fetus is not a life until it is born.