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Shabbat Shalom 💓
Art: Betty LaDuke, "Oregon Summer Joy," from the cover of Lilith`s Winter 1997-1998 issue
Shabbat Shalom 💓
Art: Betty LaDuke, "Oregon Summer Joy," from the cover of Lilith`s Winter 1997-1998 issue
Are you still looking for a way to express your appreciation for your seder host? Buy them a gift subscription to Lilith magazine! Lilith brings you fresh ideas, compelling culture-creators, thought-provoking articles, and transformative rituals you’ll find nowhere else.
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Are you still looking for a way to express your appreciation for your seder host? Buy them a gift subscription to Lilith magazine! Lilith brings you fresh ideas, compelling culture-creators, thought-provoking articles, and transformative rituals you’ll find nowhere else.
Give the gift of Lilith—link in bio!
wishing you a chag sameach + an orange on your Seder plate 🍊
"I continued to dread Passover for many years because it rekindled not only painful childhood memories but also my shame over how Jewish I wasn’t."
In a classic Lilith Passover story, Andrea Kott looks back on her childhood seders in the beauty parlor owned by her Hungarian great aunt and uncle.
Read it at Lilith.org.
Art by @holliechastain featured in Lilith`s Fall 2017 issue
"I continued to dread Passover for many years because it rekindled not only painful childhood memories but also my shame over how Jewish I wasn’t."
In a classic Lilith Passover story, Andrea Kott looks back on her childhood seders in the beauty parlor owned by her Hungarian great aunt and uncle.
Read it at Lilith.org.
Art by @holliechastain featured in Lilith`s Fall 2017 issue
"Deftly she scraped the silver scales and forced
one fish into the other; the soft feet
of the calf she boiled into jelly; she stuffed rice
into the plump hen and bound
its wings and legs; she poured hot fat
over the leg of the lamb. Spices
sizzled and baked as she stirred
the bones bubbling in the pot.
They sat round the silver, the red wine glasses,
and read the story of their deliverance."
"Passover" by Thilde Fox ❤️
"Deftly she scraped the silver scales and forced
one fish into the other; the soft feet
of the calf she boiled into jelly; she stuffed rice
into the plump hen and bound
its wings and legs; she poured hot fat
over the leg of the lamb. Spices
sizzled and baked as she stirred
the bones bubbling in the pot.
They sat round the silver, the red wine glasses,
and read the story of their deliverance."
"Passover" by Thilde Fox ❤️
