Showing posts with label Zalta. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Zalta. Show all posts
Thursday, July 04, 2019
Independence
But those fourth of July's...beach, barbecues and good times...at least that is what I choose to remember. We cannot change the past or truly remember exactly how things were. Our memory rewrites the stories over and over again. Embellishing the good times and perhaps being quietly haunted by the bad. Things weren’t always so simple for this boy, nor the boy inside this man; I still go through a lot of lonely days and feel an internal sadness even when I shouldn’t be feeling that way.
Friday, September 30, 2016
Devil Dogs, TV and Pumpkin Pie
My mother is a prime example of what a mother should be and is. She can drive you crazy because she is a worrier - but she can calm you down and give you hope when you feel like all hope is gone. She is a fighter, a singer, a baker and a master chef. She is a mother, an adviser, a friend and a doctor all rolled into one. My father was an icon, We didn't realize it growing up, although I used to follow him and sit with him listening to the stories he would tell us. To me he was always a giant at barely five feet tall. His eyes and his smile can make me feel loved unconditionally no matter what the situation was.
Thursday, June 18, 2015
One O One (Happy Birthday)
This world is short on kindness and we can use some more love down here. Can you sense the pain we feel? Send down some hope and send down some love. Let it rain smiles and make all the good dreams come true.
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2015 at 11:45PM,
al jolson,
always,
daddy,
dreams,
Essex Street,
Freddy Zalta,
half smile,
I love you,
June 18,
love,
Moral compass,
mother,
New York City,
No apologies,
NYC,
old man,
Zalta
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