Annette Gendler shares her family’s ‘nuss torte’ recipe for Pesach.
Archives for March 2018
Pyramids are nice and all, but spending 3,300 years in exile is enough for anyone.
Pesach lends itself to ‘extreme’ behavior, and nowhere more so than in the kitchen, as Nesanel Yoel Safran discovers.
It was very dark outside, almost pitch black. Marcia covered her mouth for a moment to contain her silent scream. Somewhere in the distance, the waves made a dull splashing sound as they hit the breaker.
Helen Zegerman Schwimmer finds more than just the traditional story of the redemption from Egypt in her family haggadah.
The Deronda Review: Traversing new frontiers in Jewish poetry Sasson catches up with Esther Cameron, the editor-in-chief of The Deronda Review journal for poetry and thought, with a decidedly Jewish twist. What is the Deronda Review and how did it get its name? The Deronda Review is a literary magazine, mainly poetry though we print Read more
Order in the playroom! I suppose it sounds oxymoronic to call for order in a playroom, something akin to witnessing the disorder of a basketball court in a courtroom (though considering the games sometimes played in a secular court, they might as well add that!). Nevertheless, during my young married life in suburbia, I wielded Read more
True Freedom We find a fascinating commandment in Parshas Bo, at this crucial moment, Hashem tells Moshe that He is bringing these plagues upon the Egyptians: “…so that you may relate in the ears of your son and your son’s son that I made a mockery of Egypt…that you may know that I am Hashem” Read more
We can’t get out of Egypt by ourselves Every year, we read the story of the exodus from Egypt in the Pesach Haggada. In the Midrash, it’s written that the Egyptian exile was the hardest period of time that Am Yisrael experienced. The slavery was extremely hard. Writing in Likutey Halachot, Rav Natan says that Read more
Silent Applause As a child, I always loved sports. I ranked running, jumping, and playing ball among my chief delights. We had a thick green hedge that skirted our front porch. Often, my mother would yelp in surprise when I came leaping over the bushes, instead of descending the three steps from the porch Read more