Musings on the three most important things in my life; my husband, my kids and my Little Yellow Notepad
I need to call her, but I have nothing to say. It’s hard to believe it’s the same cousin that just four weeks ago, while visiting in NY, I bumped into while walking down the street and stood in the frigid NY weather catching up on two years of happenings. Babies, jobs, kids, stuff. There… Continue reading When there’s nothing to say
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
I watched the torches. 8 torches, with shining, radiant flames, parading down the street. Parading through the streets of small town, America. The streets of a city with strong values. Secular values. Ethical values. Moral values. But not known for Jewish values. But there they were. The torches raised up high. Held by the future… Continue reading Yesterday, we were all torches
