When Alec left on April 30th, a piece of me went with him. The unexpected torrent of tears shocked me. He’s been going to sleepaway camp for six years hundreds of miles away.

Do you ever wish cloning or teleporting were possible so you could be in two places simultaneously? I often do! I love my life. It is abundant with authentic relationships, joy, passion, and purpose.

Parenthood. Today this one word will function as a noun, verb, and adjective. I am — GASP — intentionally breaking a grammatical rule.

This past week reaffirmed what I have always known to be true: It’s not the quantity of the people in our lives that matter. It is the quality.

It’s happened before. I felt this when Alec took his first steps. I felt it again during his lower school graduation. I felt it when he read from the Torah and became a Bar Mitzvah.

Palm trees are lurching and leaning as their strong, thick roots keep them alive. Debris is flying past my window and rain is slamming against the glass like torrential tears