During a recent discussion about an upcoming music competition she and her sister would be attending, our youngest showed off her knack for sarcasm with the following hyperbole: “daddy, it sounds like you’re talking about ‘The Hunger Games’!”

As it so happened, cello teacher of said child happened to be within earshot.

“No, Lila,” she gently corrected her student as she leaned into our conversation. “This is Texas. It is ‘The Hunger Games’!”

Nothing could have filled Tracie and me with greater pride than to learn that Georgia had passed her audition in the Texas Music Educators All-State competition last Saturday. At her age, she’s not eligible for state level competition. But she did participate in the “Region” competition and landed first chair (!!!) for viola for our region’s philharmonic orchestra (second tier in the classification).

Wow, just, wow, this was a big moment in her musical career.

We are so proud of her and it couldn’t come in a more bittersweet moment, not long after the passing of her paternal grandmother.

Georgia is also performing in her first concert with the Houston Youth Symphony Strings Orchestra this Sunday.

The photo above comes from yesterday’s performance with her middle school varsity orchestra at the Houston Christian University music department invitational.

Poo, poo, poo… Tracie and I are so blessed by our family. For me, it’s a genuine dream come true.

Georgia, mommy and I and everyone in our family are so proud of you! We can’t wait to celebrate on Sunday after the performance!

A little bit of light came into our lives last week in the form of some good news: Sandy, the abandoned little pup we rescued from the streets this summer has found a home!

And, wow, look at those ears! (I’ve posted some more photos on my Instagram.)

Our heartfelt thanks goes out to the family that co-fostered her with us and the family that ultimately adopted her.

It brings to mind the Latin adage, dum vita spes… where there is life, there is hope.

Tracie and I stayed up last time to watch the early-morning news from Israel. We wept as we watched tearful Israeli and Palestinian families reunite. The last two years of war have been horrific, a moral tragedy and human catastrophe.

But where there is life there is hope. Our family is praying for peace and for all the families affected. May G-d bless and protect them.

Above: my mom picking me up from preschool circa 1972, not long after our family moved to San Diego from Chicago.

Losing a parent is like having a child: it’s an experience that you can’t really get your mind around until you actually go through it.

When we headed to California last week for a family visit, we all knew that my mother, Judy Parzen, was going to die soon. But nothing can prepare a soul for what comes next.

Thank you to everyone who has written, called, sent flowers, and shared condolences and memories of my mom.

One of the most moving came from a friend, a musician, whom I’ve known since high school: “Your mom was a great influence on our friend group and the La Jolla community. I remember practicing at your house with her there as a kid. Raising kids as a single mom took a special kind of person in La Jolla and I know it wasn’t always easy. She did it with grace and class and raised you guys to be leaders and intellectuals. What a special woman.”

Since her passing, so many people have written to me about how her love for the arts was inspiration for their own lives.

She had that effect on me, too. Her love of cookery inspired my own interest in gastronomy; her interest in the fine arts was a model for my academic career (when she brought Sir Roy Strong to U.C.S.D. for a lecture, he was the one who said to a 17-year-old, “you must go to Italy, young man!”); and her passion for the performing arts, theater and concerts, gave me grist for my own creative life.

She came to Italy to visit me every year I lived there. And when I lived in New York for a decade, she would come to the city and we dine out and go to the theater. Man, we had some great times!

I’m still reeling from our family’s loss. And I’m immensely grateful for all those who have reached out to share my grief. G-d bless her memory.

Above: Judy Parzen visited Christo and Jeanne-Claude’s “Gates” in Central Park in 2005.

Judith Parzen, whose efforts to bring leading artists and architects to La Jolla, California, in the 1970s are fondly remembered today, has died at 92. She was also widely known and beloved as the matriarch of the Parzen family of San Diego.

She died peacefully at her home in La Jolla this week after battling a short illness. She was surrounded by her sons, their wives and children.

When Judith, known as Judy, and her husband purchased their first home in La Jolla’s Bird Rock neighborhood in 1971, she set about renovating the iconic property on Avenida Cresta. The Spanish-colonial ranch house had been designed by the legendary California builder Cliff May, whose fame as a pioneer of southwest architecture was just beginning to grow.

She was keen on maintaining the property’s connection to May (today, the historic home is included in the California registry of culturally significant sites). She also did something that would raise more than one eyebrow in the staunchly conservative La Jolla community of that era: she painted a broad, sea blue stripe around the front of the home that featured the address in silhouette.

Judy, who later became a board member of the La Jolla Museum of Contemporary Art and a supporter of the town’s arts center, the Atheneum, would go on to host numerous artist receptions in the couple’s home. She was also a member of a group of likeminded La Jollans who organized conferences where top architects from across the country were invited to speak.

By the 1980s, she was working as a programmer for U.C.S.D. Extension, the university’s community and continuing education school where she became known for bringing top intellectuals and celebrities to campus for speaking engagements. Sir Roy Strong, then director of the Victoria and Albert Museum, and Dustin Hoffman, were among the speakers she presented.

Judith Deborah Parzen was born in 1933, in South Bend, Indiana, to Henrietta “Jean” (née Eder) and Maurice Bailie. Her father was co-owner of a successful building maintenance company. Her mother was a homemaker.

A precocious student, she graduated from Central High in South Bend at 16 before leaving to study art history, first at the University of Colorado Boulder, and then at Indiana University Bloomington, where she obtained her degree. She also attended a special summer program at Yale — then open to men only — where she continued her studies.

In 1955, she married Zane Parzen in South Bend and the couple moved to Chicago where he was studying to become a doctor. All four of her sons were born there and she worked as a docent at the Art Institute of Chicago while raising her children in the city’s Hyde Park neighborhood.

In 1971, they moved to San Diego where Zane had been asked to lead a local doctors group. They divorced in 1980 following revelations about Zane’s malpractice. She never remarried.

Her oldest son Aaron died in a car accident in California at age 15. She is survived by her sons and their wives, Tad Parzen and Diane Sherman of San Diego, Micah Parzen and Marguerite Riles of San Diego, and Jeremy and Tracie Parzen of Houston; grandchildren Eli, Cole, and Amalia Parzen; Abner and Oscar Parzen; and Georgia and Lila Jane Parzen.

She was a lover of modern art, Broadway musicals, non-fiction, travel, cookery and fine dining. In myriad tributes shared in recent weeks, friends spoke of her humor, flair, and resilience as inspiration for their own lives and careers.

A celebration of life is being planned at a date to be determined.