A young man named Michael Page was sucker punched leaving him comatose on the floor of a Starbucks in Vancouver. Onlookers stood helplessly watching. Two days later and with zero choice, his parents Steffany and Mike made the call to let him go.

343 members of the FDNY from 75 separate fire companies made the ultimate sacrifice on 9/11. More than 100 have died since then from illnesses directly related to their work at Ground Zero. The number grows every year.

I put my daughter in the car, without knowing how or where we would find him. Over the next two years, David and I relearned to be siblings. Without sifting through the past or aggrandizing the future, we were grateful for the moments in our hands. We spent time in my world and we spent time in his.

Women stood as mothers, sisters and daughters and friends. Without raising our voice in decibel we amplified our message: when we create unity amongst ourselves we can be of service to humankind. If BIGLOVEBALL is a metaphor for the world, we are using PINK as symbolic for the intrinsic strengths and abilities of women.

Grayson McGill underwent open heart surgery in his first week of life and has spent every day since battling against a rare metabolic disorder called Maple Syrup Urine Disease (MSUD). Grayson’s daily survival is dependent upon vigilant monitoring by his parents and a team of doctors.

White dresses of every era, dudes in dapper hats, opera singers, dancers, beauties on stilts. The field morphed into a pointillism painting. Guests floated about our BIGLOVEBALLS and posed with champagne on the hood of our car. Someone proposed marriage at the base of our fifteen foot high love sculpture. Love was abundant.