Ive always loved Passover.
(Seriously, just ask me about mychallah game.)
All that changed this year, probably because my relationship with my faith has changed.
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On Monday, toast with almond butter sounded appealing before I remembered the bread was off-limits.
In the middle of my Pilates class, however, something shifted.
To borrow a phrase from my Borscht Beltadjacent forebears: Good enough, right?
