“My 4-year-old daughter is wise enough to recognize how fortunate we are to live in this time, in this place. She understands that the reason she’s not eating her beloved macaroni and cheese this week is because we’re remembering the Israelite slaves who were fleeing from Pharaoh. What she doesn’t quite get, what it has taken me years to finally understand, is that the true gift of Passover is the compassion and gratitude that arises when we make difficult choices in the name of our values and beliefs.”
The rest of my piece about gratitude, equality, and Passover is over on Kveller.com.
