If you’re planning on getting married nowadays, you won’t get far without a shidduch resume. Ask anyone. Well, not anyone with a child of marriageable age, because none of those people had shidduch resumes. Nor did any gedolim.

The first thing my chicken did when she hatched eggs last month was hyperventilate. This same chicken that, for the previous three weeks, had been sitting perfectly still with a look of determination, but as soon as there was suddenly peeping and miniature versions of herself running around underneath her, she was looking around in a panic, as if to say, “Now what?”