Martha Anne Toll
We call our doctor, who says to isolate her immediately, “Lock her up, do the deepest clean possible and leave food outside her door as needed.”
We call our doctor, who says to isolate her immediately, “Lock her up, do the deepest clean possible and leave food outside her door as needed.”
The board of health quarantines the fictional family, forcing Passover to be sorely reduced. It’s a lonely moment.
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.
Let’s create new rituals and weave our food deprivations into our holistic understanding of what this Seder is and what it represents.
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?
Every year, on the morning of Passover, I must ask myself, “How can I strive to be one of the midwives?”