Finding Meaning and Memories in a Bowl of Matzo Ball Soup

By Annie Mark-Westfall — LETTERS FROM BERLIN

Today my Facebook memory is a photo of my Grandma Bea’s matzo ball soup. As I sit on the U-Bahn in Berlin, staring at the bowl of soup on that suburban New York table five years ago, myriad thoughts fly at me. The speed and variety of these thoughts recall to mind being a child in the passenger seat of my father’s truck…