Finnley

Today is Yom Kippur, a day to fast and contemplate life.

New beginnings.

Known as the Day of Atonement, the holiday precedes a period called the 10 Days of Awe, which is reserved for personal reflection and repentance.

There is much to cogitate.

Our daughter is forging a new life in New York City.

Our doggies have been uprooted and are now big city canines.

The transition for Ms. Madison Avenue is easy…she had previously been a full time NYC resident.

She instantly fell into step, cavorting in Central Park and gravitating back to fetching sticks and gnawing happily for long periods of time.

Madison shared with me that Los Angeles is a stick free zone. Palm fronds just don’t cut it.

Finnley, when she wasn’t going insane over the plethora of birds and squirrels, was absolutely ebullient over the move.

She settled on an iconic green Central Park bench and we engaged.

Finnley reflected.

She communicated that this was one of the best days of her life…four uninterrupted hours of outdoor park play.

She sniffed more dogs yesterday then in her entire one year of life.

She confessed to being one happy bitch.

So, as a new year dawns for the Jewish community, I famishly atone for being a NY Giants fan, thoroughly enjoying Chopin martinis and being addicted to designer bags and Christian Louboutin shoes.

After some soul searching, I have surmised that my entire family is happy, guilt-free and excited about new beginnings.

My hope for all is that, no matter your religious beliefs, may your name be inscribed for a good year in the book of life.