So it’s Pesach.
Last night was a very conflicted seder for me. On one hand, it was the best seder I can recall – I spent it with dear friends, and really felt like it was a family. We even added a fifth question (“Hey…is Elijah Hispanic?”) which I think will be part of E and N’s haggadah from now on.
But then there is the horror of Netanya.
I’m not going to get on a soapbox here. I don’t pretend to know that solution.
But I know that last night, as I said the words “Next year in Jerusalem”, it had a whole different meaning.