At 70, you get your own Snapchat filter.

Independence is affording the time to celebrate your existence. Independence is getting your own Snapchat filter. Independence is being proud of someone you never met named Netta. Independence is the freedom to openly mourn your dead on your terms. Independence is enjoying making choices on a global scale. Independence is watching your kids grow up... Continue Reading →

Thoughts on another Israeli Memorial Day

All around, kids pick up bits and ask their parents... "What is בן האבוד בלבנון?" "What is מבצע אנטבה?" "What does רומנטי mean?" "Why is that kind of flower everywhere?" "Did that שיר really happen?" "Why do they put the flag down?" On a walk through Har Herzl (Israel's national cemetery) this morning, hearing about... Continue Reading →

Bebe update: Seven years

To my Goon... for your jokes that make us laugh whether we get them or not (keep workshopping), your knowing what you want (and getting stronger about asking for it), your self awareness, your basic instinct to share, to smile, to make others feel good about themselves, your honesty, your allergy to napkins and silverware,... Continue Reading →

Nettles update: Four years

This is cheekiness uprising. This is sound effects for every action. This is slapstick comedy. This is curiosity. This is telling dogs to go away. This is a love affair with a mosaic snail. This is finding the word 'batata' hilarious. This is pretend-nursing a baby. This is tormenting the younger sibling. This is torturing... Continue Reading →

Zooey update: twenty three months

There's that point after the baby turns into a toddler and the toddler gets even a bit more toddlery that they are so delicious you could just eat them. And even if I haven't quite gotten to the bottom of what is bothering you yet... I feel tension in you, Zooey... so while I'm busy... Continue Reading →

Zooey update: twenty two months

You give kisses now! I love that! The little pwaa! of your tiny lips. Especially when the aim is off. You're still sparse on words - what do you wanna say, Zooey? You can tell me... or Big Bird, we're into Sesame Street now... I mean, I love the faces you make - you're speaking with... Continue Reading →

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