Keren and I have been friends almost since the day I arrived in the states. Actually three months after I arrived. I was living with my friends at the time had arrived to leave the nest, move on and get a life. I didn’t know the city well, but I did know the beach, Venice Beach and I did know how to wait tables even though I wasn’t an actress (though in 7th grade I did want to be one) SO I got a job at a cafe that is no longer there, and got a room in the house with one of the waitresses, just like Melrose Place but with out the Melrose or the Place. Life went on, I got married, I had kids, and all this time stayed friends with Keren.Through the years, like couple and dog owners, I guess, we started looking like each other, and now people always ask us if we’re sisters. We laugh it off, and reply, No, and Yes. Because we’re not, but we are. A couple of months ago we celebrated Mother’s day with a trip to San Francisco – you might remember one of the shoots up there – but what you didn’t know is that I went with Keren and got to shoot her niece who was born around the same time as my Kyle was, so if Keren was really my sister, this cute little girl would have been my niece too, so evn though he’s not, she really is. Keren – thank you for everything, you are the best sister I (n)ever had and could ever wish for! I love you.
Keren- I knwo you couldn’t go back to San Francisco without something to show for!