Since a shit-ton of wrong went down this summer - in Israel and across the world - I'm going to dedicate this post to the happy, quirky, tiny moments of the trip I took with the kids to visit family in New York this month. On my first day in Ameeeerica, I have now seen... Continue Reading →
Week 34: Silhouette Coney Island.
Today was the most bizarre day I've experienced in a really long time. The same day consisted of me holding the newborn boy of a girl I consider a cousin as well as punching myself in the face on Coney Island's Cyclone. This pseudo cousin gave birth to her first child deep into Saturday night.... Continue Reading →