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It’s that time of year – all the yeshivas and shuls are making dinners, so that everyone can get together for a night of chizuk and community and trying very hard not to say that this is all about the money.

One of the best things about the Jewish people is that we keep innovating new ways – especially around the yomim tovim – to make our lives easier, and also to maybe make a few dollars, because Yom Tov is expensive.  And it’s even more expensive, because of all of these innovations that we have to get.

One of the trickiest Pesach minhagim that some families have -- my own family included -- is that we don’t sell real chometz. I’m not sure what we sell. We do sell something, I know that. I do take time off on the busiest week of the year and go to a rav and tip him money in a secret handshake for doing something. The shtar says I’m selling him chometz. I’m not sure what, though. There’s no chometz that a non-Jew will find in my house that I didn’t find in three months of cleaning. Where is he looking? I think I’m mostly selling the hard bits on the dishes.

For some reason, the hardest mitzvah to remember seems to be Sefiras HaOmer.  Which is crazy for a mitzvah that we do 49 times a year. 

We all know the saying, “There’s no such thing as a dumb question,” although yeridas hadoros since the saying was formulated has made us question whether it is in fact true.  But there is definitely a dumb time to ask certain questions. 

As people who live in the Tri-State area, earthquakes are confusing to us. Our thing is blizzards. Though not recently.

So the recent earthquake left us with a lot of questions, ranging from, “What was that?” to “What if it comes back?”