Last year was our first Passover in our new house. Nearing the holiday, the dining room was still piled high with moving boxes. Since the seders fell on the weekend, all of my husband’s family flocked to Toronto. With my parents coming from Montreal, we would number nearly 30 with nine children between the ages of two and 14, including my two step-kids. My in-laws had begun researching rental halls for our large group but I wanted a more heimish yontif (homey holiday). I scratched my head staring at our table for eight and stacks of boxes. Then, the solution came to me: “We’ll have a symposium!”
