Last night we sat at Art’s Deli (see how Jewish we are), and talked about our family schedule for next week. The kids have their first day of school on Wednesday, but Thursday is Rosh Hashana. My husband, Jane and Alexander all groaned in chorus. “Do we have to stay home that day?” My husband
Orlando was a blast. It wasn’t a little bit fun, it was two and a half days of having every second planned. We had theme parks, restaurants, a luau, The Blue Man Group and a movie in the pool (that was impromptu). The kids were tired, I’m not sure that they’ve ever had that level
I know many of you are passionate about this, both ways. I’d love to hear where you stand.
Last week we were supposed to be in Mexico. Unfortunately I have been starting treatments for my RA, and I absolutely could not be further than a car ride away from my specialists. We did a modified getaway and had a superb time. I got started on Prednisone, and I’ll need several posts to explain
I don’t know that I’ll ever find the words to fully articulate what happened this week. Jane is growing, she’s within four inches of my height, and her hand mirrors mine when we clasp hands. She’s very much a child at just eleven, but wants desperately to be older. There is a new connection, a