There’s a movie (Tootsie?) in which one body is inhabited by a man and a woman, who fight it out for dominance. I always wanted to write a sequel in which one body (mine) is half Jewish and half Catholic. This morning the battle is over–my Jewish maternal side won. Waking up to snow on the ground (albeit a sprinkling), I decided that matzo ball soup triumphs over any desire to look for Easter eggs in the snow. Both holidays celebrate life (rebirth) over death (extermination). Spring will come–eventually. For the moment, I will make soup.