Torah

“Do you think other Jewish people will be there?”

I cringed at my daughter’s loud question on the not-quite-empty train.

This past Thursday afternoon, I stepped into the kitchen and found my nine-year-old daughter’s arm deep in a mixing bowl, a triumphant smile on her face. A box of brownie mix was beside the bowl on the counter, and so was a small glass bowl with some egg remains and a measuring spoon.