I brushed off all of my crumbs so many times, I thought. I washed all of my toys. Had it all been for nothing? After all that, we had chometz — bread! — in our house!
As a teacher, camp director, and now as a principal, Mrs. Weiner watched this cycle play out over and over — until she couldn’t stand it any longer. It was time to act
"Our father’s the biggest mashpia in the chassidus — that’s also pretty choshuv. So Goldenkrantz figures he makes a seudah for us every Rosh Chodesh, maybe he’ll be choshuv, too”