The Multi-Layered Moment: a frosting-inspired reflection on history and her happiness.
As I spread the buttercream frosting from the belly of the Boheme cake to its outermost edge, a habitual worry cut the silence between my mother and I who, exhausted from the day's Passover preparations, leaned against the marble kitchen counter. I asked her: “Do you think I’m going to do something meaningful with my life?” My mom, for whom existential questioning was a luxury for a day with a shorter to-do list, paused to tend to my mid-twenties angst: “Martha, think of wha