At different points in the seder there are songs waiting to be embraced, spun around and tossed laughing into the air.
He corrects his younger sister on a grammatical error that he used to make not too long ago.
A warm gray afternoon, drizzle on the magnolia blossoms, mud drying on concrete. We seem to talk in echoes from a previous season.
The holiday begins, and work for the moment ends.
She makes the best kind – the texture, consistency, and flavor are indescribable.
I contend with phantoms sometimes.
It's us three. We have a lovely time, though we also miss the people who couldn't come.