It is each of the many Easters of my life that I remember more clearly than any other holiday. Christmases blur together with only a few standing out in my memory such as the one when it snowed all day, the year I lost my voice completely, and the two times that I wasn’t home – one working in Washington, D.C. and another in London. My birthdays, Thanksgivings, Halloweens, and summer holidays are hard to recall specifically.