I never know how to start these blog posts. It always feels so pedantic. So we’re in the middle of Pesach; Passover as it’s more commonly known. This time of year is not merely to remember and reflect on the life of Moses and the Exodus from Egypt. As usual, it permeates far deeper than memory in our psyches, or neshama. As we say during Seder, we must feel as though we endured the bitterness of Egypt ourselves and are leaving our slavery and sorrows behind to begin a new life of ...