chronicle of my journey through my matriarch years - love , work, dreams, frustrations, poems, paradoxes
Friday, April 22, 2011
WE had our sedar tonight on the patio, child scale. Liam presided in such delighted glory it warmed my heart. Whe I arrived home from work Liam ran to the car just bursting with joy to tell us we had matzoh balls - and boy did me, luscious in Ruth's homemade soup. We had wine, singing, love around the table, a tradition changing as the family changes but keeping the essence the same - a holiday of conscience and freedom.