Passover is about many things. Cherishing our freedom. Committing ourselves to social justice. The power of storytelling. The bounty of spring. Each year, we have an opportunity to celebrate, question, and interpret these themes. Each year, new faces show up around our Passover table, and the same story we’ve told… Read More
For the last 5 years, I’ve been fixated on the question, “what is my relationship to food?” Growing up, food was always at the forefront. I spent the first 18 years of my life sitting around a table with my family, eating a delicious, simple meal prepared… Read More
The changing of the season always takes me by surprise. Even though it happens each year, I am always struck by how it manages to creep in, quietly, doing its work in the night. Until one ordinary morning, it shows itself, as if sitting outside your window the… Read More
On our 16-hour train ride to Hoi An, we traded personal space and volume control for a three-tiered bunk bed and Korean soap operas. As two small Vietnamese children plopped themselves onto our beds to chat with their grandma at 7am, we couldn’t help but smile. After the long… Read More
Just when the 102 degree heat became unbearable, we made plans to get out of the city for a while. Without much thought, we knew we needed two things: breezy mountains and a body of water.
With our dried mangos, taro chips, and chocolate coconut cakes in hand, we said goodbye to the Land of Smiles and made our way to the airport for Hanoi. Our first morning, we braved the 100 degree heat and strolled through the Old Quarter, making… Read More
There are few things that put me to sleep quicker than being tucked into a tiny compartment in a moving vehicle. After hearing stories about the two-level night buses that blast Korean pop music videos until the wee hours, we were relieved to snuggle into… Read More
After 11 hours over the Pacific and 3 at the Taiwan airport eating taro cakes in the Hello Kitty terminal, we finally arrived in hot, sticky Bangkok. Our limbs felt heavy as we pushed through the humidity with our trusty packs in stow, marching toward… Read More
After a lifetime of embracing my Sephardic heritage—mostly in the form of endless flakey, cheese-filled Turkish pastries—my sister and I decided it was time to give the stage to our Eastern European ancestry for a change. We had been searching for an opportunity to host a pop-up dinner… Read More
Hygge [hyɡə]: The art of building sanctuary and community, inviting closeness, and paying attention to what makes us feel open-hearted and alive.