the passover chronicles

Yontif is coming, I can feel it in my bones. Really, I can. Like in my shoulders, my back, my arms, and my neck. I spent an entire afternoon with my head in an oven, for non-suicidal purposes, I dragged ten bags of newspapers, boxes and old toys out of my basement. I spent half... Continue Reading →

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