To All the Choshuve Readers at Matzav,
L’maan ha’emes, I just had to sit down and write this letter, hoping you’ll take it to heart. I had the zechus to be your son’s madrich this summer, and let me tell you, he’s a really geshmak kid, full of energy, and baruch Hashem, he had a blast in camp. But like all boys his age, he could sometimes get a little too lebedik, if you know what I mean. But that’s all part of the fun, and we madrichim are here to guide them through it.

Dear Matzav Inbox, 
To all my friends and neighbors who had the opportunity to escape to the mountains or wherever you were lucky enough to vacation:
Welcome back home! Though you would have loved to stay, I’m happy to see you all return with glowing tans and sun-kissed faces. I’m truly glad you didn’t have to endure the heat and grind of the city.
As for me, although I dreamed of the country air and a cool, refreshing swim in a clear blue lake, I was among those who stayed behind, keeping watch over the city. Surprisingly, the city was peaceful—the traffic was lighter, the stores were less crowded, and life had a certain ease to it that I could get used to.

Dear Matzav Inbox,
To all my friends and neighbors who escaped to the Catskills or wherever your fancy took you this summer, I have one simple message: Stay there. Don’t rush back with your glowing tans and sun-kissed faces, flaunting your relaxation while the rest of us stayed behind in the heat and grind of the city.
You know, the city was surprisingly peaceful. Traffic was lighter, stores were less crowded, and life had a certain ease to it that I could get used to. We managed just fine without the extra bodies clogging up the roads and sidewalks. We didn’t need your complaints about how much better the weather was in the mountains or how refreshing the lake was.

Dear Matzav Inbox,
As summer draws to a close and the new school year approaches, there is a familiar dread that creeps into the hearts of many parents—the overwhelming burden of purchasing school supplies. What should be a simple task has turned into a financial nightmare, one that seems to grow more burdensome every year.

Dear Matzav Inbox,
I’ve read the discussions on Matzav.com about prices, overpaying, and trying to save a few dollars here and there. But I have a different problem, and I need to speak from the heart because this is weighing on me in a way that I can barely describe.
I’m making over $300,000 a year, and as a frum Yid, I’m in debt. Yes, you read that right. I’m in debt! And before you start thinking I’m spending money on extravagant vacations or driving a fancy car, let me tell you—I don’t overspend. I’m not living a lavish lifestyle. I’m just trying to keep my head above water, to live an ehrlich Yiddishe life, and support my family of seven children.
And I’m drowning.

Dear Matzav Inbox,
There’s been a lot of hock lately about overpricing in the frum community and how frum families are often being taken for a ride. I’m not here to argue—I agree. I’m the biggest comparison shopper you’ll find. I run around to stores, checking out prices, and getting the best deals on everything.

Dear Matzav Inbox,
I am writing with a sense of outrage about the tipping practices that have become an untenable burden for parents sending their children to camp.
I’ve just forked over nearly $400 (!) in tips for my two boys, on top of the already exorbitant camp fees.
Let me be clear: I paid over $3200 per child for the privilege of sending them to camp, not to mention the additional costs of transportation, canteen, and various other expenses.

Dear Matzav Inbox,
I have to share something that really touched me. I spent Shabbos at Jersey Shore Medical Center in Neptune, NJ, with a sick relative, and I gotta tell you, Bikur Cholim of Lakewood was a game changer.
Being in a hospital on Shabbos is no picnic, but Bikur Cholim stepped in and made it feel like home. From the second I walked in, they were there with the most geshmake food—fresh, delicious, and perfect for Shabbos. It was like they took a little piece of Lakewood and brought it to the hospital.

Dear Matzav Inbox,
The story of the search and ultimate rescue of Tzion Maron in the barren, scorching forests of Arizona is more than just a headline. It’s a testament to the enduring beauty and strength of Klal Yisroel.
This was not just a search. It was a rallying cry, a movement that brought together Yidden from all walks of life, each person reflecting the very essence of our people’s soul.

Dear Matzav Inbox,
Please allow me to introduce a level-headed solution regarding the expense and pressure of sending our daughters to seminary in Eretz Yisroel versus attending a local seminary.
Much has been said and written about the pros and cons of spending a year in Eretz Yisroel—paying the unsustainable price, having girls be far from home—or staying closer to home under a watchful eye, potentially foregoing that life-changing experience. Each option has valid points and can be debated endlessly.