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April 2013 - Volume 9 - Issue 10


Publisher's Note

We Opened the Door for Elijah … and the Easter Bunny Walked In
In these days of interfaith, inter-racial, single-sex unions, I think I am longing for the day when we can finally strike prepositions like “inter” from our daily language. It’s just too much baggage for us all to tote around. Like the airlines, I’ve decided to put a limit on the “carry-ons” I drag around every day.
There was a time I know when my parents were just getting married and the mere idea of marrying out of your religion was an absolute anathema. Yet we survived. Then we rolled into the decades of inter-racial relationships. We’ve even witnessed the first African-American president take the oath of office not once, but twice. And here in South Florida, we’re so lucky to have dozens of different ethnicities which enrich our lives on a daily basis. I’ve even been to my first Quinceanera.
Many of us have spouses, children and grandchildren of different races and religions. While we once grew up going to Passover Seders in April, we now attend Easter Egg Hunts as well. (And let’s face it — a chocolate bunny trumps a piece of Matzoh any day.) Peek in our pantry and the Brach’s Jelly Beans sit side-by-side with Manischewitz Macaroons. I know Carol has never met a jelly bean she didn’t like!
And now our country is inching toward the resolution of single-sex unions. I had the wonderful opportunity to grow up across the hall from a woman who’s been fighting such battles with her partner for almost four decades. They were finally married last year. And although I was much too oblivious growing up, I’m sure many in our provincial little Brooklyn co-op building were absolutely appalled at the situation. And yet we're all still standing.
So I guess what I’m saying is to make sure you open that door for Elijah the Prophet at your next Passover Seder, but don’t be surprised if Peter Cottontail shows up.
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