A concert is always like a feast day to me.
Weddings happen once. That's the point. They're a bluster of confetti and hope all wrapped up in sticky wedding cake and four-year-old girls in big dresses with massive bows.
Maybe I was just lucky, but I had the best pregnancy, and I loved giving birth. It was just the most amazing thing, so surreal but so real.
I daresay one good concert justifies a week of satisfaction at home.
Becoming a grandmother is an extension of a woman's personality. It doesn't matter how many times you become one; the excitement is the same.
The Wall on Shabbat was one of the coolest experiences, full of joy and energy. I left Israel overflowing with pride. It's a magical, welcoming place.
I almost can't even put to words how happy I am that I got married.
The warm sun kissed the earthTo consecrate thy birth,And from his close embraceThy radiant faceSprang into sight,A blossoming delight.
Day of the Dead. Sounds a little spooky doesn't it? It's actually one of the most colorful and joyous of Mexican holidays.
I had such fun, even though I can't remember much.
