Although we may think time moves in a linear fashion, Jewish holidays insert themselves in unexpected moments and places, seemingly out-of-sync with our expectations.
This is not going to be a sad story, I promise. But it does start out with the process of going through my parents’ condo after their passing.
My husband introduced me to techina (tahini), a staple found in most Israeli kitchens, as soon as we made aliyah in 1992.
By Cantor Barbara R. Finn