At my 36th Passover, I finally feel like a grown-up

W hen does one truly become an adult? It’s a question I’ve been pondering since my 18th birthday, which failed to herald the epiphany of mature insight I had naively been expecting. Various subsequent milestones have seemed significant: planning my first solo trip abroad; buying a car; finally getting the cat I’d wanted since I was …

By Rachel Cunliffe