Today is the beginning of baseball season and I’m thinking about the value of rituals. They’re familiar and dependable, and that’s part of their power. This is also on my mind with Passover seders next week. My extended family has been feverishly emailing to confirm times, dates, potluck assignments. (Every year, I make cookies and matzoh ball soup.) I’m so comforted to know that this annual gathering is on the calendar and I have a place at the table. What rituals have meaning for you?
1992 photo in San Diego by Charlie Starr