Letters to Gabriel (eight)
I want to remember this stage, this week, this day. Because I know it won't last. Soon, you’ll learn to pronounce “please” and I don’t...
Dad's hands
Memories are slippery things. Like sand through hands. They disappear. Sneak off to someplace else. Only a few stick. Which go, which...
Letters to Gabriel (seven)
A letter to you, Gabriel Levi, on your first word.
Letters to Gabriel (seven)
More. More. More. Your first word. The best of words. More stairs to climb. More wooden blocks. More late-night cuddles. More pictures on...
Letters to Gabriel (six)
We couldn’t tell anyone that night what, or who, was on our mind. So you felt like a little secret that we (cautiously optimistically) celeb
Letters to Gabriel (five)
This is my favorite time and place.