Last night, after returning from a beautiful MAJCO Chanukah celebration at the Capitol Rotunda with Helena Mayor Wilmot Collins, I arrived home to light my olive oil Menorah, surrounded by Chavie and all our five kiddos. There is something so extraordinary about the Menorah; the flickering flames warm my heart, lift my spirit, and strengthens my connection with the millions of Jews who came before me. I am inspired by Judah the Macabee and his band of warriors, as I seek to follow in their courageous footsteps and to be inspired to fight back against the forces of evil.

I don’t have the words to explain how it feels to be living through the last six weeks. Honestly, we are all living through it, so you don’t need my words to address your lived experience. Throughout these last few weeks, I was having this feeling like “I wish I had something to say”, “I wish I can put some of my feelings into words”, “I wish I had the talent to write something beautiful and inspiring to comfort and uplift my followers, friends, and community”. Somewhere deep down I knew that the time would come that I would have something to share, and all the while I found so much comfort in reading and sharing the beautiful thoughts and posts from others.