From the Editor

by Susan Weidman Schneider

Purim is a holiday some of us may recall from childhood only because of the Queen Esther dresses we wore. (I still have the photo of myself, circa age 6, in a long organdy skirt of my mother’s, with a long and fancy sash—my mother’s—and a tiara—also from Mum, whose closets and drawers were always full of treasures like these.)

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