I think I’ve told you that my laugh is among my most defining characteristics. I’ve been recognized (that is, without being seen) on Ben Yehuda street in Jerusalem, in a crowded bar at Christmas in Los Angeles, and at a demonstration in New York. All by folks who recognize my laugh. (Trust me- mine is so much better than the one you hear on Roseanne.)
Continue reading Laughter is not medicine. It’s the staff of life!