I wanted to talk about the holidays. I wanted to show you a photo of the guy I saw on a motorcycle with a huge Menorah strapped to the back of it. I wanted to show you a photo of our Christmas tree with the dreidels hanging from it and a Star of David tree topper.
I wanted to show my dog with her kosher bone Hanukkah present or the homemade bacon & peanut butter Christmas treats made by my friend Missy.
I just can’t.
All I can do is think of 20 little kids. 20 LITTLE KIDS.
I have cried every day. My heart aches. I am not a parent yet, but I am an aunt and more importantly a human being.
So here is what is on my mind: