Wednesday, May 23, 2018
Tuesday, May 22, 2018
Friday, May 18, 2018
(NOTE I DID NOT REREAD THIS SIMPLY WROTE IT AND PUBLISHED IT) In these days of truly desperate times and daily if not hourly reports of senseless killings - i try and take a step back to a time when the news did not travel as fast and far. When reality was the evening news or the headline of the newspaper in the morning (or the night owl edition). Growing up in the 1970’s, I would come home from school right on time to watch “The 430 Movie” which would segway into the Eyewitness News on channel 7 at 6 o’clock. I would also spend a lot of time out of the house - on the porch, or playing wiffle ball in the space between the house we lived in and the house next door. It was roughly 10 to 15 feet wide and around 40 feet long. At the end of the driveway there was a gate which we would close to signify a homerun. Behind the “home plate” would be a fence which separated the homes on east 2nd street, where I lived and east 3rd street. If we hit a foul ball in back of us - there were times the ball would go over the fence and into the backyard of the other house. One of the homes had a hole in the fence which we could fit through to retrieve the ball. The other side which had honeysuckles growing out of it was closed with the lady living there quite serious and not so obliging or forgiving. We would need to distract her as she sat on her back porch or to hope that she wasn't there. One time one of us rang her doorbell, which made her get up to answer the door while another one of us climbed the fence to get the ball. It was a close call but after getting pants stuck on the top of the fence, a bee staring him down - he got down and made it before the bee stung him or the lady returned. Romanticizing the past is easy when the present can be so overwhelming. We know deep down that the old days weren't always so good. But we choose to focus on the times that we remember with a smile. I lived between Kings Highway and Avenue S; I spent a lot of time Read more https://ift.tt/2rSkm3b
Thursday, May 17, 2018
Wednesday, May 16, 2018
Repost to show solidarity! Bibi: Erdogan is among Hamas's biggest supporters and there is no doubt that he well understands terrorism and slaughter. I suggest that he not preach morality to us Netanyahu's son posts 'Fk Turkey' on Instagram after Turkey Hamas supporter #Erdogan expels Israel's envoy. @yair.netan I agree! #istandwithisrael #istandwithhumanity #destroyhamassavethepalestiniansInstagram
Tuesday, May 15, 2018
River rushes on
Tears from the ground, voices from memory and a long list of unanswered questions. I held your hand and you held my heart, just for one night, just for one night.
Bob Dylan on Israel 1985. The neighborhood bully he just lives to survive He's criticized and condemned for being alive He's not supposed to fight back, he's supposed to have thick skin He's supposed to lay down and die when his door is kicked in He's the neighborhood bully. The neighborhood bully been driven out of every land He's wandered the earth an exiled man Seen his family scattered, his people hounded and torn He's always on trial for just being born He's the neighborhood bully. Well, he knocked out a lynch mob, he was criticized Old women condemned him, said he should apologize Then he destroyed a bomb factory, nobody was glad The bombs were meant for him. He was supposed to feel bad He's the neighborhood bully. Well, the chances are against it, and the odds are slim That he'll live by the rules that the world makes for him 'Cause there's a noose at his neck and a gun at his back And a license to kill him is given out to every maniac He's the neighborhood bully. #istandwithisrael #jerusalem @let_my_people_know @israellycoolInstagram
Monday, May 14, 2018
Sunday, May 13, 2018
To me mother is defined by unconditional love. A mother can be a single father raising his children or a friend or relation who teaches, inspires, loves and remains a constant presence in the lives of another child as they navigate through the difficult and often confusing pathways of life. I've been blessed by having the greatest band of mother's in my life. Time affords us the miracle to experience new love in our lives, whether biological or not, being a mother figure takes a lot of hard work and determination. Just because a title is given to you does not reward you as a mother. A mother is someone who loves, works and gives of herself selflessly. All who are blessed to have mother's in their lives, be it biological, by marriages or by being extra blessed to have a presence in your life that is inspiring, loving and caring. Be thankful and understanding. No one is perfect, life is far from perfect. Love because love is gratitude. Each and everyday, love and be gracious. To the Aunt, the in laws, the family friend or whomever joined in raising you. Happy mother's day to all the mother's out there who have earned the right to be loved. FZ 5/13/2018 #mothersday #mothersInstagram
Friday, May 11, 2018
Thursday, May 10, 2018
When I look to my left you are there within me and beside me. Elegant, sincere, so caring for everyone, chef, baker, mother, wife, morah and friend. You put your heart and soul into life and it ignites a blazing storm of love for you. Awestruck and clueless, I try my best and surely fail, to even approach to giving back to you what you continue to give to me. A smile, an elbow, a kiss and a look that can kill... Thank you for being Jessica. Happy birthday abal 120 years filled with the greatest of health, happiness, success and love, always. @jessicazalta @akabambo @szalta @ruezal @rachelz @carolz33Instagram
Tuesday, May 08, 2018
Monday, May 07, 2018
Sunday, May 06, 2018
Tales from the F Train – Hope and Gratitude
“I am good, it is great to see you, Mr. B.” “You look just like your father - I miss him, what a man! A legend!” As always a tear streaked through my heart whenever someone mentioned my father. He had passed away two years earlier - but the void was still pulsating within me.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)