It’s hard to believe that this war is going to end anytime soon. It’s hard to accept that Pesach will likely be celebrated with limited ability to venture far from our safe rooms.

It’s hard to believe that it’s late March in Israel, and the rain hasn’t stopped. It’s hard to accept that our regular pre-Pesach trip to the beach won’t be happening this year – for more reasons than one.

It’s hard to believe that, once again, thousands of soldiers have headed north to Lebanon and won’t be with their families for the chag. It’s hard to accept that this morning’s news opened with the devastating report of a soldier’s death.

Sometimes, it’s just simply hard to believe.

As I was typing this, my 13-year-old daughter came down from cleaning her room, holding a pile of masks from the COVID era.

“Ema,” she said, “It’s hard to believe that we once wore these every day. Can you believe I wore this pink one for an entire 12-hour flight? How did we do that?”

She then proceeded to tell me that part of her wants to throw them out, but part of her wants to save........

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