AZ Nashir Haggadah: On The Path to Redemption

Each year, I begin our Pesach preparations the same way. I take the keys to my grandmother's apartment, home to the magical seders of my childhood, and a Pesach spoon from her mother, whose Yiddish name I share, and rest them on the window ledge in our kitchen.

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