The Boston blast

by tamarjacobson


Yesterday was a great day to turn 58! Sun was shining and I was with my son. On the train to the airport a couple of young people offered me their seat and I must have looked indignant. The woman said, "It’s not because you look old. I wouldn’t allow my mother to stand!" I laughed out loud and then accepted the seat graciously.

Three days in Boston:

  • Gilad’s concert, walking, talking eating good food and celebrating my birthday with my son;
  • spending hours talking to a new-found friend – a woman I have admired from afar for many, many years; and,
  • finalizing the publisher for my next book – a dream come true

By the time we reached the Pomodoro for lunch yesterday, I literally thought I would burst with joy. Can life get better than this?