There’s a moment at a Rosh Hashanah table — right after the candles are lit, right before anyone’s picked up a fork — when someone dips a slice of apple into honey and says, quietly, may it be a sweet year. It’s such a small gesture. A piece of fruit, a spoonful of gold. AndContinue reading “The Sweetest Year: How a Round Loaf and a Slice of Apple Carry a Whole Year’s Worth of Hope”