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Last Passover we said, ‘Next year in Calabasas!’ This year we’re doing it.

Each year as the last winter storm threatens the West Coast and ultimately disappoints forecasters, my mother sends the email to the list. Littered with all-caps warnings about traffic, she pushes our family — chosen and by blood — to RSVP for the Passover seder. Last year’s email never went out. We Zoomed our seder. […]