Saturday, March 31, 2018 1:06 PM

In the acute care center of the House of a Hundred Grandmothers: I am drafted to lead a mini-Seder. I sing the blessing over wine (since I can still sing so that the whole room can hear), the Four Questions (since I'm the youngest Jewish person in the room), and two other songs. The melodies for those two differ from the ones that I know. I get slightly lost. In the main dining hall, I join my family in leading a fuller Seder. Noticing moments when the residents lose focus, we consider ways to keep momentum flowing. As I walk home, I hear voices from seders at houses around me. At a corner of two quiet streets, the air is filled with voices singing "Echad Mi Yodeya," "Chad Gadya" (both to melodies that I know), and settings of several psalms. Entering my house's yard, I see and greet people from the Seder upstairs. I enter my basement apartment and quickly fall asleep.