It seems like I just got back from my summer in Los Angeles. Yet, in seven hours from now (I should be sleeping), I’ll be cruising at high altitudes on my way back.

My husband will be working at his internship at a local synagogue. I’ll be trying to squeeze in chapters of my book in-between all the upcoming holidays. And with my fibromyalgia under control lately, I might even make Rebbetzin-like appearances at services. I know I’m being a bit ambitious. Might be that new year’s glow.