by Tom Faure
Dayenu. Dah-yeh-new.
Every Passover I learn new words. This week I attended my second Seder, the Jewish ceremony consisting of rituals and dinner among friends and family. Each time I enjoy a holiday with my fiancée’s family, I expect to learn a new word or two. First, during my college years in New York City, came kvetch and kvell; next came mitzvah. The latest, acquired at her family’s home in suburban Philadelphia, means, roughly, “it would have been sufficient.” …




