All firstborn sons are supposed to fast on the eve of Passover, to remember that God spared the eldest Jewish boys during the tenth plague. Some Jews interpret the fasting mandate to apply to firstborn women as well.
This year, my mom, Letty Cottin Pogrebin, an un-shy feminist (and loving noodge), assumed that I’d be fasting as part of my holiday marathon.
“I’m not a firstborn son,” I replied petulantly. (I frankly didn’t relish
starving all day before the first bite of matzah.) She retorted, “But you’re a firstborn!” (Come on, barely: I was born
just one minute ahead of my identical twin sister.)