February 6, 2016

This Guy

He is the candy to my eye. Happy Fifteenth Birthday to you, sweet guy.

January 29, 2016

These Two

As of tomorrow there will be two young "men" in our home and my not-so-little guy will become a Bar Mitzvah. My hope is that these brothers will continue to play wiffle ball in the yard even though they've outgrown its boundaries and still hug one another goodnight for as long as we all remain under one roof. Partners in fun, may they amuse one another for a lifetime of laughs. For to remain playful is to never grow old.

Shine on into Jewish adulthood, sweet Zac. Wishing you Mazel Tov - - with love.

January 8, 2016

Elevator Pitch

You've zigzagged through your early years with insatiable curiosity, sharp humor and a playful nature. Ever adventurous, you embrace the journey and sometimes lose sight of the destination entirely. Yet somehow, you've reached this day in less time than it takes to ride an elevator to the elusive 13th floor. You rise. I stand by, grounded. Astounded.

Happy thirteenth birthday, my sweet guy. You've arrived.

October 23, 2015


This would have gone unnoticed had it not been for my son. He left the house through our side door one morning and discovered that the contractors had left their power cord connected to an outlet overnight. In truth I've been really checked out lately, barely motivated to see anything as remotely photographic. "It's just a phase - - some downtime," I tell myself, hoping that the urge to see will return again. While I recharge he'll be my eyes. I'll count on him to tune me into the details which aren't small at all.