Eight friends sitting around a table. Eight wine glasses raised to freedom. A hot kitchen, a table laden with food, laughter and seriousness. Hearts and minds were elsewhere with distant loves, pressing worries, ringing cellphones, and unfinished work – but for a few hours we were family. My family here is ever-changing, but sitting around that table felt like being home again.

0 thoughts on “seder

  1. wait. i’m jewish. aren’t i supposed to be having one of these things instead of eating mcdonald’s? πŸ™‚


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