?Happy Holidays

hila

Holidays, a time for festivities, celebrations and happy ‎memories are they not? Peach, Passover, The Festival of Freedom ‎evokes mixed feelings for me.‎.. My parents grew up in New York City stifled between extended family ‎and a close knit community. They chose to seek their freedom ‎elsewhere and fled west.

Against All Odds

hila

On the wall these words were boldly splattered: “After 3 years… Boten (Peanut) has been ‎found!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!‎” Just like that, against all odds, our daughter’s dog magically reappeared. Three long years, without so much as ‎a sign of life from her, came to a joyous end.‎ There are moments which are

‎13 Moons‎

hila

The Power is Ours! At a theatre near you…‎ Mazal Tov, it’s celebration time!‎ Could it be that every death is followed by another birth? Shortly after my father passed away, I ‎began my “book of letters” project. All of the letters (remember those days?) that my father and I

We Loved Not Enough

hila

A Daughter’s Longing Dear Dad,‎ You left abruptly. Although you made every effort to let us know that your ‎time was limited, I chose to let your words pass over me. Your doctors ‎warned of severe arteriosclerotic heart disease with an exceptionally ‎enlarged heart. A prompt heart transplant was your