I could tell you but I’d be lying. I have no idea. I am ever changing and ever growing. Isn’t that the point?

We’ve been together over 23 years. He’s made of everything a woman dreams of and most days I am madly in love with him.

We’ve raised three incredible boys. Two are Jewish, one is gay. I believe there’s enough kindness in the world to suffocate the hate and they will all be safe. I pray I’m not wrong.

I married the love of my life seven years later. 

I grew up in the 70s and 80s with addicted parents, a mother who was arrested not once but twice, my stepfather not twice but thrice. 

I was divorced from my first husband before most people even have the chance to be married. We had two boys in three years and then decided to choose joy over misery and wisely parted ways. 

a shit ton of science and a magical organization called NMDP that helped me get a much needed stem cell transplant. AND an amazing 21 year old young man whose stem cells were a perfect match for me and chose me over a week of partying. 

If you are 30 or under and you’ve stumbled upon the Savoring, give that link above tap and consider joining the amazing heroes who get swabbed and save lives.

I survived leukemia thanks to the fierceness I was raised with, 

That’s me and Otis below. He is happier than he appears. My kids think I love him more than them. I tell them I don’t.

This is me growing my hair back after chemo took it away. It takes some getting used to.