At the family’s yearly Seder, Mom farted. Dad farted to deflect her embarrassment. Grandpa let one rip, and grandma came out with her silent but deadly. My brother nodded at me and we doubled down. A cousin, the youngest, asked if these could count in place of the four questions. Paul had a micro story, … Continue reading PAUL BECKMAN: Why Was This Night Different From All Other Nights?
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