You are a force. Barring, well, physics, you are unstoppable. The world is your jungle gym. You will claw and climb until you get there (by the way, ouch, get your nails cut). I couldn't figure out what was missing - your siblings had a coffee table to learn how to stand up with. We... Continue Reading →
Week 51: Stairs Somewhere good.
Oh, hi. To say it's 'been a while' is an understatement. Yes, I still live in Tzur Hadassah. Yes, I'm still the mayor (what?). To say 'a lot' has been going on here is an understatement, and also, an overstatement, because let's face it - we are still a small town and content to sit and... Continue Reading →
Week 50: Contrast In the beginning...
Week 49: Red After ballet.