Passover reminds us that freedom isn’t always flashy—it’s in the questions we ask, the patience we practice, and the crumbs we’ll be finding in the couch cushions until Shavuot.

The difference? I work somewhere that values work-life balance. Remote days mean no Miami traffic & being home for bedtime—even if I worked a little later than planned.

Tonight, Diana—who’s usually all about mommy—wanted to cuddle with me and Yael. A rare moment I don’t take for granted.

“It’s just the beginning, middle, or end of the quarter.”

That’s what we used to joke about my dad always working. I swore I wouldn’t be like that.

And yet in the ultimate “Cats in the Cradle” reversal, here I am—a full-fledged workaholic.

Took the day off for Yael’s book fair. She had a great time (and yes, she completely finessed me into buying more books than I planned). After running errands and handling a little work chaos, I made it home just in time for the girls to get back.