Musings on the three most important things in my life; my husband, my kids and my Little Yellow Notepad
My cousin, Raizel. How to describe someone who was complete goodness and kindness, authentic and real, joyful and grateful - without making it sound cliche? Her perspective on everything and everyone and everywhere was always through a positive filter. Some people need to work hard to do this; for some people, this is natural. I… Continue reading My cousin, Raizel
I keep pressing backspace; whatever I write just doesn't seem to come out right. I'll try again. He was a giant of a man. He was larger than life. He cared for everyone. It's all true. But it doesn't seem to really explain who Zaidy was. It sounds like just Anyone's biography. And Zaidy was… Continue reading My Zaidy
