It doesn’t happen in a moment, but leaving home is one big jump forward. From my side it’s a recalibration of time, place and manner. On her side, it’s a whole new world. Remember your parents—stage dressing. I spent the summer in retail therapy for the strains of departure—laptops and Ipods and plugs and clocks and phones and cords. I remember I faced motherhood with a similar electronics buy-a-thon.
Passover is a reminder to renew the search for freedom in the world and in our own hearts.