I am by no means or stretch of the imagination a professional organizer. Occasionally, I pretend to be one as organizing, thank G-d, is something that has always come easily to me. Ask my childhood friends about the way I used to enter their hurricane-wreckage bedrooms and leave them spick-and-span – as if Mary Poppins herself had paid a visit. As someone who is tidy by nature, I am here to offer some suggestions, recommendations, and advice related to the oh-so-daunting holiday prep that is Pesach.

My in-laws, Rabbi Gershon and Elana Grayman, lost their daughter on the 14^th of Shevat (1/24/24). She was 21. May the neshama of Shifra Gittel bas Gershon Berel have an aliyah.

This article is about shiva – based on my recent experience as a family member of an aveil (mourner); it’s a topic not often spoken about. I must preface my thoughts by stating that I have zero intention of insensitivity toward those faced with the intense emotional, physical, and mental challenges that come with shiva. Please forgive me if I come across as callous in any way. This is just me voicing my thoughts in an effort to process them.