I thought cleaning for Pesach was a nightmare. Nope. Cleaning for Pesach was somewhat therapeutic. A blend of kashering dishes, clearing out the pantry and giving the fridge a good scrubbing. But cleaning during Pesach is a whole different level of anguish. The crumbs. No matter how many times I dust-bust or sweep, matzah crumbs find me. All over the kitchen, living room, our freshly cleaned car. Matzah crumbs seem impossible to avoid. They follow me. They’re always there. To feel less frustrated by this constant current of crumble, I thought about what matzah represents. If matzah is symbolic for...
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