Tuesday, August 14, 2012. Remember everything like each day is your last. Etch the images of venues from your past in your brain. They may not be here when you come back. To this city that is forever changing. It will never be the same. But for now all you can do is remember. For the next 2 weeks, as long as youre here. Its the only way to be in the moment. Its the only way to conquer denial. Because you dont actually want to leave. Or until you feel release.

Words, thoughts and ramblings on the search for channahboo. An open letter to British Airways. Today I sent a letter of complaint to British Airways after a horrific flight experience. I have never been made to feel less of a human being. So bad was the experience that I could not hold it back and so I am posting it below for you to read the shocking service I received following what should have been a simple rerouting of a passenger due to a flight delay.

Farewell, My Darling Loves. Sticky and sleepy, I waved the keycard in front of the suite and told myself to inhale as I entered the room. A giant tub and standing shower to my left, adorned with a white, plush robe, waiting for me to take off my New York. And put on my Mexico. I smiled at the thought and took a few steps to the living and sleeping area that was definitely not a one-size-fits-all but more of a too-big-for-one. Imagining what my life in New York.

The Journey and bla-blah of Ahava Emunah. Wednesday, November 22, 2017. Thanksgiving is tomorrow - in the United States. I was happy and feeling that I had something to look forward to; spending Thanksgiving with my American family, for the first time in over 25 years.