“Ad d’lo yada.”

All year we remember too much—mistakes, failures, who we used to be.

Two mechutanim almost lost a chasunah over petty fights. When it was finally back on, they asked the shadchan not to come. Seeing him would bring back the bad memories.

Purim is that choice.

For one night, we don’t let the past into the room.
 We drink. We dance. We let go.