My husband and I got married at the tender ages of twenty-three and nineteen. While in hindsight this seems somewhat idiotic considering our maturity levels, it nevertheless seemed like a grand idea at the time. We both came from homes with … Continue reading
I love letters. There is something special about receiving and sending an old fashioned, hand written, snail mail piece of paper, tenderly and considerately crafted. Maybe because technology has become our quick and primary form of communicating, or maybe it’s … Continue reading
“I remember one afternoon, when I was still dating my husband Ryan, I was sitting on the couch in my parents’ house while my mom made a business call. My sister stood in the kitchen. Ryan slipped silently into the … Continue reading
I don’t really remember much about my first Passover Seder. In fact, I am pretty sure I could recall what the back of my eyelids looked like more than what happened during the actual ceremony. I remember my mom and me … Continue reading
Number 9. I can only imagine how being number nine of fourteen children has played a part in shaping the woman that I call “Mom”. She’s quiet, but strong. Submissive, but tenacious. Quirky, but personable. And she definitely doesn’t always … Continue reading