This year took me farther than I expected - emotionally, professionally, internally.
I learned how to keep moving while carrying weight.
How to land in difficult conditions without losing momentum.
I’m arriving into this next chapter clearer, more intentional, and deeply aware of what matters.
Ready for what’s next.
Circa 1989. My parents, just 28 and 33, led us from Baku to America on courage and love alone. By train to Moscow, to Vienna, then Italy - where we waited for visas and dreamed of a better life. This photo is a reminder of all we left behind, and all we carried within us. Decades later, in the midst of grief for my sister, I look back and feel the same love carrying me through. 🤍
Missing you more each day ♥️ This photo with Mom and Dad is such a treasure - you looked so beautiful and innocent. Love you forever, my sis. Grateful always for the best parents we could ever hope for. ♥️♥️
We didn’t take many photos together, but when we did, they were as pure as this one. ❤️
My sister, Svetlana, passed away on August 12th after being struck by a NYC cab driver. She leaves behind her two incredible kids, Jonathan and Gabriella.
She was a single mom who did her best and loved fiercely. Life with her was never predictable - she kept us all on our toes with her “surprises” - but she always filled our lives with warmth and laughter. She often thanked me for being a good uncle to her children, and that gratitude is something I will carry with me forever.
Sis, we wanted nothing but the best for you, always. May your neshema have an aliyah, rising to the highest place in Gan Eden ✡️. love you so much, and I miss you terribly 💔.
12/24/79 – 8/12/25
Still riding the high from an epic birthday bash! Tight timelines, crazy logistics, a million moving parts - and we pulled it off like pros (mostly).
Massive thanks to @stevenpetrarcaevents@petrarca.steven - for trusting me all the way. We hustled, pivoted, laughed through the madness, and delivered one very happy client.
Grateful for the chaos, the wins, and the dream team. Let’s go again!
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My grandfather, Daniel, passed away this year at the age of 95. This old photo was hanging in his living room, and it means so much to me. From right to left is my great-great-grandfather Mordechai, my great-grandfather Naftali who went missing serving during the Second World War and my great-uncle Oshear. I am forever grateful and indebted to these men for keeping hope alive despite all the difficulties they had to endure for simply being Jews. 💙🤍🇮🇱
