via Instagram https://www.instagram.com/p/Bxdk3phgM0L/
Tuesday, May 14, 2019
Standing alone, searching for some answers, trying to catch some fish on this rainy morning. Walking through the waves as they ebb and flow, wondering what is next for me and how far will I go? Sacred texts, sacred words keep me grounded with a dumb grin. Present tests, complicated questions I feel as if I can win. Is a dream a catalyst for living? Is realized adventures truly just a dream? I feel a tug on my pole, a school of fish are surrounding me. They just be searching for answers in this ebb and flow, filled with chilly water on this rainy day. The answers will come unexpectedly, just like the rain on a sunny day or the ice cream man on a deserted street. Bells ringing and children running. It's all going to be okay. It's all going to be okay. #poetry #poems #poem #poetsofinstagram #poetofinstagram #prosebyme #mypoem #freddyzalta #writing #writingcommunity #igwriters #igwriter #original #originalpoem #originalprose #poetsociety #writersofinstagram #writer #author #adviceInstagram
Monday, May 13, 2019
Time, sifting away, through the holes, cracks and crevices… Leading nowhere in time. Like a deserted cabin in the winter woods, far from any roads or pathways. Time, feel myself drifting away, through the holes in my jeans and the passing of the time. #poetry #poems #poem #poetsofinstagram #poetofinstagram #prosebyme #mypoem #freddyzalta #writing #writingcommunity #igwriters #igwriter #original #originalpoem #originalprose #poetsociety #writersofinstagram #writer #author #adviceInstagram
Sunday, May 12, 2019
A lone rose, floating in a pool, hardened edges and discolored, yet still so beautiful. Another soul, brought into this world, a world that can be so cold, yet kept warm by the mother's love. We each have multiple figures in our world who have raised us, inspired us and have kept us safe, fed and calm. But only one has carried us within and then watched us once out. A love that is unconditional and unbreakable...a mother's love. Like a lone rose, standing tall in a vase, like a sentinel watching, guarding and finally, prodding us on our way. If life is fragile and love is so empowering, then it's the mother who empowers us to stand straight, eat a good meal, don't talk too much but don't be too quiet either. Dream, but live and then live that dream. Love, love and never run from it, regardless of your unique definition of what it means, never stop running towards it and never turn away. Is there anything more gratifying and so predictable as a mother's love? Life can be so contradictory and it can expel everything you once held as sacred... You can be wearing clothing that are torn and tattered, smell like a grease trap and look just as bad. Failed at everything and find yourself homeless and alone... She will still take you inside, run you a bath, set out some clothing and cook you a meal, all with that never waning look of love in her eyes. #mothersday #love #zalta #freddyzalta #mom #foreverInstagram
Friday, May 10, 2019
It's a very special persons birthday today. Can't really reveal her name cause she is not into social media much. Hint: she once went on a blind date with me and was never able to go on another one again. Hint 2: she is beautiful, I mean really beautiful. Physically stunning and then there is her inner beauty which is expressed through her love for the blessed people to have her in their lives. Hint 3: she does lose her temper and patience with me. Doesn't really find me funny, screams for silence when I put on a concert in the shower, (I thought I sounded good), doesn't really care to read my constant writings and finds me irritating... Yet despite all of that, she loves me. Hint 4: when she joined me in matrimony I knew, (and I was told) I had won the lottery. If you haven't figured it out yet, well, let's just keep it that way, cause she'll be kind of upset about me posting about her birthday. Hint 5: she was the first person to read my newest novella. Hint 6: she became a Grandma 6 months ago... #zalta #birthday #imintrouble #loveInstagram
Thursday, May 09, 2019
Wednesday, May 08, 2019
Tuesday, May 07, 2019
It takes a lot of guts to showcase my writing. It's not easy and each time I hit publish I get excited and frightened simultaneously. This is a piece of work I am proud of because I could've easily just tucked it away and forgot about it. It may not be the best written piece I have written but it's been refined, edited, changed, twisted and turned upside down and downside up. Thank you to all who cheer me on as I stepped into the ring. I know I'll get punched and kicked in the... But I also know I will stand back up and go the full fight and in the end, I'll have my arms lifted in victory, my victory. I've done it my way! Now buy the book! #published #selfpublished #author #storyteller #salesman #ownednomore #amazonInstagram
Monday, May 06, 2019
Now available for purchase! Here is a excerpt from my novella - please buy it or ask me for more information. A good salesman has mastered the most difficult and the most vital part of the sale - the selling of himself. It's a one man show, an improv with the spotlight shining directly at you. Other than some basic product information, there is no predetermined script in most cases. When you walk into a room everyone notices because you have that dynamic persona. You adjust automatically to the audience you face - it is you and them. You smile, you look your audience in the eyes and you greet them all individually. Your handshake is firm and your smile is wide. You can sell yourself to anyone - you must be convinced of that otherwise you will fail. Even though it's the products, manufacturing or the retailer's compliance list that sometimes can cause a hiccup or kill sales; in the end whether an appointment is successful or not - it's all on you. There is no pointing fingers, there are no excuses and you don't have the time for that anyway. Believe me a lot of the time there are fingers to be pointed and excuses to be made. But it doesn't mean shit when your bank account is dwindling and you have bills to be paid. Con Edison and Verizon don't give a damn whether the shipping department did not follow Wal-Mart's compliance procedures correctly. American Express and Visa could give two shits about the dock workers strike which caused the delays in shipments from China; which caused the order to be canceled. Which caused the commission check to never be written or deposited in the bank account that is now hovering at $159.23. When you are given a product to sell you become obsessed. Your mind takes it on as an appendage - you daydream and stay up at night thinking about different ways you can sell, market or improve the product. You drive all the people in your life crazy; you are in a tunnel and you are focused. No one else can understand the obsession. No one can respond quickly enough to your requests because you live with a sense of urgency not shared by anyone else. #keepwriting #writingpoetry #writinggoals #writingabook #writingcommunityofinstagramInstagram
“OWNED NO MORE, THE LIFE OF A SALESMAN”
by Freddy S. Zalta Now Available on Amazon (available for Kindle and Paperback) Now available for purchase! All his life Freddy Goodwell has been selling himself or other accessories. No salesman makes all the sales – he has had success selling to some people and has not even made a dent with others, all part […]
Sunday, May 05, 2019
Imagine you have a neighbor who is constantly throwing grenades at your house, endangering your family and your life. You tried talking, you tried paying them off and you tried giving them part of the land you own in order to placate them. Yet they still throw grenades and pray for your destruction. What would you do? #istandwithisrael #istandwithfreedom #1948reasons #amyisraelchai #whatwouldyoudo #reason1948Instagram
Friday, May 03, 2019
I liked this. Feeling kind of impatient with circumstances. Like waiting on the bus on a rainy cold day. You understand? #poetry #poems #poem #poetsofinstagram #poetofinstagram #prosebyme #mypoem #freddyzalta #writing #writingcommunity #igwriters #igwriter #original #originalpoem #originalprose #poetsociety #writersofinstagram #writer #author #adviceInstagram
Thursday, May 02, 2019
Where is the Song? and some other snippets
What is the melody, where is the song? Searching through the jukebox, searching through this collection of records… Was the song simply another stolen memory? Poetic metaphors about confusion and love abound…simply hidden confessions… Empty roads, trains running across bridges and the lucky old sun. Couples walking and slowly diverging into separate paths… One leading […]
Wednesday, May 01, 2019
Each year we promise to "never forget" and vow "never again" xenophobia is the cause and death is the effect. A prayer for accepting all differences on this day of rememberance. Too many people have died simply for being different. Embrace diversity it's the beauty of this world. #keepwriting #writingpoetry #writinggoals #writingabook #poetry #poems #poem #poetsofinstagram #poetofinstagram #prosebyme #mypoem #freddyzalta #writing #writingcommunity #igwriters #igwriter #original #originalpoem #originalprose #poetsociety #writersofinstagram #writer #author #advice #acceptance #diversityInstagram
Behind each window is someone's home. Their lives are lived within the walls of those rooms. Do you know what they feel? Do you know the shadows that haunt them? Do they stand at the window and stare towards the horizon, hoping, dreading or fleeing from... What? Does she think of me when the sun collapses and the evening begins? Does he regret the words he should have said but just couldn't translate his feelings for words? Is the old lady still painting her face and fixing up her hair, thinking that her husband is waiting for her somewhere... Do the children still play in the courtyard while their mother sits on the bench remembering herself from another time and wondering where that person is? Does that old couple still dance to Sinatra, all dressed up and in love? Does life and love exist behind each window or is it simply hundreds of stage plays or stories? #poetry #poems #poem #poetsofinstagram #poetofinstagram #prosebyme #mypoem #freddyzalta #writing #writingcommunity #igwriters #igwriter #original #originalpoem #originalprose #poetsociety #writersofinstagram #writer #author #advice #brooklyn #behindthewindows #loveInstagram
Tuesday, April 30, 2019
On a beach somewhere… 'neath a straw umbrella, two chairs facing one another. Some tropical drinks on the table and the sand at our feet. In a dream somewhere…promises have come true, after all has been said and done… The best that had yet to come…finally here… At last… What else can I say? It all came true, you loving me and I'm so in love with you. #poetry #poems #poem #poetsofinstagram #poetofinstagram #prosebyme #mypoem #freddyzalta #writing #writingcommunity #igwriters #igwriter #original #originalpoem #originalprose #poetsociety #writersofinstagram #writer #author #advice #bestisyettocomeInstagram
Monday, April 29, 2019
Sunday, April 28, 2019
How many times must we cry? Death and blood reigning over life and love? How much hatred must exist? Where it's hatred born? When did love die? How many times must we cry about a lost love? Before we are faced with salvation from above? Too many tears... If religion is the impetus and God stays silent, how can this ever end? #poway #srilanka #pittsburgh #christchurch too many more to list.Instagram
anyone who is surprised at what the New York times printed yesterday simply has been living under a rock or in denial. Once again I quote a scene from the great movie Casablanca. Capt. Louis Renault: I'm shocked that there is gambling in this establishment Waiter: Sir here are your winnigs #antisemitism #nytimes #iamjewish #neveragain #itshappeningagain #1938 #istandwithisraelInstagram
Thursday, April 25, 2019
Poetic metaphors about confusion and love abound…simply hidden confessions… Empty roads, trains running across bridges and the lucky old sun. Couples walking and slowly diverging into separate paths… One leading towards a lake the other towards a city. Poetic metaphors expressed in a melody accompanied by a lone piano… Tears, years and fears all wrapped up into a broken clock… Yet the questions remain… Prayers expressed over and over again. Sometimes feeling like a dog barking or a car alarm going off… Ignored until it slowly goes away. #poetry #poems #poem #poetsofinstagram #poetofinstagram #prosebyme #mypoem #freddyzalta #writing #writingcommunity #igwriters #igwriter #original #originalpoem #originalprose #poetsociety #writersofinstagram #writer #author #advice #roads #confessions #poetslifeInstagram
Tuesday, April 23, 2019
Standing up, upside down. In a world filled with ideological insanities, false God's created out of vanities and leaders who are causing futuristic calamities… I must be standing up, upside down. Students rushing through the park running towards textbook salvation, too green to understand that campus education rarely lives up to it's expectations. We all imagine yet we understand that dreaming is not the same as living. Love is the answer but love has so many meanings and definitions than a simple four letter word. #washingtonsquarepark #poetry #freddyzalta #poetry #poems #poem #poetsofinstagram #poetofinstagram #prosebyme #mypoem #freddyzalta #writing #writingcommunity #igwriters #igwriter #original #originalpoem #originalprose #poetsociety #writersofinstagram #writer #author #adviceInstagram
Monday, April 22, 2019
No more music left to play, piano strings have been cut and stolen away. The keys remain and the paneling is the same. No more music left to play. The white keys and the black keys, they cannot be pressed down. The strings have been stolen and there is no life, no sound within the old piano. No more slow dances, no more Rhapsody in blues, no more pounding the keys and kicking the bench to the side. No more... #poetry #poems #poem #poetsofinstagram #poetofinstagram #prosebyme #mypoem #freddyzalta #writing #writingcommunity #igwriters #igwriter #original #originalpoem #originalprose #poetsociety #writersofinstagram #writer #author #piano #music #nomoreInstagram
Friday, April 19, 2019
Thursday, April 18, 2019
She stands leaning towards the open sky, with the river below it and a shadow by her side. Her future in front of her, like an canvas waiting to be caressed by the soft brushes, the wet paint and her fingers bleeding across. She paints her way, the colors are her choices, in the shapes and the designs of her true inner voices. No one can see, no one can feel, no one will ever truly understand the language she speaks. She stands leaning towards the water, empty canvas sky above... From her heart, through her hands she will be a creator today. She is free. #poetry #writingcommunity #freedomwriters #emptycanvas #colors #rivers #permissiontobefreeInstagram
Wednesday, April 17, 2019
There used to be a Blockbuster video store here.(pictured) Every Friday with my brother Carlos we would go to rent a couple of movies. I usually listened to his taste in movies to rent, we had the same taste. Could be because I usually followed his lead in most things. This place would be packed with everyone we knew. It was another one of those places like Oscars, the schoolyard and other gathering spots where we met friends, made plans or showed off in front of the ones we wanted to impress. No cell phones, no electronic distractions, just face to face. For better or worse. I love progress. I love how technological, medicinal and communication enhancements have given us the opportunities to make the world a better place. So I am not rejecting any of that, as I communicate this long winded attempt to express my current mood on my Galaxy S10. I think it could be I am missing that age where our responsibilities were minimal. We had no clue back then, we thought we carried the weight of the world on our shoulders. There were times we were in wonder about life, but we tried not to let on, keeping our poker faces on so as not reveal our mortality. But make no mistake a those were wonder years for us, we were growing and in wonder of the world we were entering. Forging ahead through the closed doors, the road blocks and the "wrong way signs." (How did they know we were going the wrong way?) I am nostalgic, that's what my buddy @rayday says. He's right. I guess that's the Freddy in me. But I feel that it's more than nostalgia. I think it's more awe and surprise that so much time has passed that mentally I still feel that I have not aged. But the mirrors and my body reminds me, there are less days ahead for me than what has already passed. We all need to make the most of each and every moment. Throw away grudges and insecurities. Be true to who you are. Stop pretending. So many places and faces have come and gone too quickly. We are running out of time. Hurry up and live.Instagram
Tuesday, April 16, 2019
"Owned No More - Life of a Salesman" the latest novella by Freddy Zalta available May 9th on @amazon Currently looking for representation Description All his life Freddy Goodwell has been selling himself or other accessories. No salesman makes all the sales - he has had success selling to some people and has not even made a dent with others, all part of the life of a salesman. After a whole life of flights, train rides and lousy hotels in small towns across the country with nothing in his pockets to show for it - he is at a boiling point. When the "big sale" becomes the "big lie" he is pushed beyond the point of no return. When his meltdown goes viral he sees that he is not alone. This is Freddy Zalta's third novella being published. His other works include "Corey's Coming," "Taxi' and "F train Chronicles." You can read his works on his blog www.freddyzalta.com #poetry #poems #poem #poetsofinstagram #poetofinstagram #prosebyme #mypoem #freddyzalta #writing #writingcommunity #igwriters #igwriter #original #originalpoem #originalprose #poetsociety #writersofinstagram #writer #author #adviceInstagram
What's the sound? Hammer against the wall. What's that sound? My heart beating for your soul. What's that reflection, it's just a shadow on the wall. Who's that reflecting, just my true self dancing for you all. FZ #keepwriting #writingpoetry #writinggoals #writingabook #writingcommunityofinstagram #writingskills #writingworkshop#poetry #poems #poem #poetsofinstagram #poetofinstagram #prosebyme #mypoem #freddyzalta #writing #writingcommunity #igwriters #igwriter #original #originalpoem #originalprose #poetsociety #writersofinstagram #writer #author #adviceInstagram
Monday, April 15, 2019
All at once it's gone. Over 800 years standing, the heart of the city, the spire which stood tall, the bells of Notre Dame will peel no more, in the city of lights, where the gargoyles stood guard and evil marched past, a symbol of history, faith and friendship. #notredame #quasimodo #Paris #ourladyInstagram
Sunday, April 14, 2019
Free yourself from the chains you wear around you...only you have the key. Sometimes we fear freedom because each choice is ours. Embrace freedom and be the person you want be. There is nothing as exhilarating as the feeling of overcoming your fears and stepping out of your safety zone. Wishing you all freedom from everything that keeps you from being who you want to be or who you truly are. Love ... Freddy #passover #poetry #poems #poem #poetsofinstagram #poetofinstagram #prosebyme #mypoem #freddyzalta #writing #writingcommunity #igwriters #igwriter #original #originalpoem #originalprose #poetsociety #writersofinstagram #writer #author #adviceInstagram
Friday, April 12, 2019
Standing by the window, bride waiting for her groom. Flowers cradled, grassy field and a lake with a lone fisherman. The town is closing down for the evening as her makeup begins to fade. "I believe, I believe in love." She looks towards the trees across from the lake and a lone figure is walking, downcast and all dressed for the occasion. She falls into her chair and says a quick blessing. A knock on the door and a smile. A kiss on the lips and then a walk down the aisle. Prayers are answered in ways that we can not always understand. Don't forget forever and don't let it get out of hand. Answers will never come if you lose hope when faced with the questions. Never give up, never give up. #remember #love #poetryisnotdead #spilledwords #abuse #anxiety #instapoetry #instapoets #instapoem #igpoet #igpoetry #poetry #poet #poetrycommunity #writerscommunity #writingcommunity #freddyzalta #poetsofinstagram #poetryofinstagramInstagram
Thursday, April 11, 2019
Only three countries have completed the formidable task of landing a spacecraft on the lunar surface - the United States, Russia and China.“Beresheet is like other Israeli inventions, such as the USB flash drive and cherry tomato. Let’s do it more efficiently, smaller and cheaper. It does always mean that you carry more risks but, when you succeed, you gain so much that the risk is worthwhile.” Those wishing to watch history unfold as it happens can tune in to a live broadcast from the SpaceIL control room at www.contactgbs.com/space/. As the exact landing time may change as the event nears, viewers are advised to regularly check social media for updates. #1948 #Israel #beresheet #innovation #notdestructionInstagram
Wednesday, April 10, 2019
Below the blood red moon, yellow door is slamming shut and pebbles are thrown against the windows of her room. Can one ever truly understand ones desire for true love? Can one ever simply turn away? I promise...I promise... Oh but the long of her back as she sat upon the bed, the sheets at her side and her hair fallen Down...promises broken... What is love? Is it lust disguised or is it a feeling of resignation towards emotional rollercoaster tours? No more, no more, no more dark rooms and smoke stained clothing. No more, no more, hypnotic perfumes pulling me towards a majestic vistas of her skin and her beautiful feminine absurdity. A view through a window, she is sitting alone upon a bed, with white sheets and her hair is fallen upon her shoulders... Oh well... @photo_lab_app #photo_lab_app #poetsofinsta #writersofinstagrampoetry #poemsociety #evepoetry #poetrygroup #writersclub#artofpoets #poemsoftheday #spilledpoetry #virtualopenmic #openmicpoetry #artiscollab #artandcultureglobal #poetrycommunity #cafewriting #cafedailyprompts #Freddyzalta ©2019 ftrain PublicationsInstagram
Monday, April 08, 2019
You Know the Song
There was a sunrise and then just as quickly a sunset. You know the song… Time goes way too quickly and youth vanishes overnight.
There was a sunrise and then just as quickly a sunset. You know the song… Time goes way too quickly and youth vanishes overnight. It's not the grays or the aches, it's not the weight or the reading glasses, no those things don't cause us to pause. It's that feeling inside that something is gone and it's never coming back again. We never had the questions to search for those answers. We never had any idea that time once passed can never be gained again. Like a horse running wild, through the grassy valleys and across the streams. Like the wind blowing, waking us and causing us to forget our dreams. Those sunrises and those sunsets that simply appeared… You know the song. #remember #love #poetryisnotdead #spilledwords #abuse #anxiety #instapoetry #instapoets #instapoem #igpoet #igpoetry #poetry #poet #poetrycommunity #writerscommunity #writingcommunity #freddyzalta #poetsofinstagram #poetryofinstagramInstagram
Sunday, April 07, 2019
A Bedtime Story
Self awareness and a feeling of recognition that she had withstood this past winter and the ones that had visited her each season year after year, instilled in her a strong sense of pride and gratitude. She was strong. She could do anything, be anything and most important she could be her true self… Whoever she chose to be.
It was one of those moments in life when everything begins to rhyme. The rain & snow had conspired to create sleet. Rebecca walked towards the pier, bundled up in coat and scarf, boots & flowery skirt. Her black hair tied into a bow and hidden within a black woolen cap, unrevealed and protected. She walked & stepped into a deep puddle, her boots not as waterproof as advertised, had allowed icy water to rush in & drown her feet. She walked towards the pier & saw a rusted post standing tall. How many winter's had this pole withstood? It had once been shiny & new, it now carried the scars of time. Sure a lot of this winter had been self imposed, freedom is not as simple as it seems. But as the sun shone she felt… What? A sense of freedom? Independence? Self awareness & a feeling of recognition that she had withstood this past winter & the ones that had visited her each season year after year, instilled in her a strong sense of pride & gratitude. She was strong. She could do anything, be anything and most important she could be her true self… Whoever she chose to be. She saw a couple, posing to take a selfie when she asked them if they wanted her to take the picture for them. “Yes thank you." The woman smiled. Instead of simply taking the picture, Rebecca said, “Instead of a boring pose, express how you are both feeling right now.” They laughed, whispered to each other & then began to laugh, embrace & jump up & down. She captured these emotions & they were all laughing. “Ok now it's your turn. You pose & express how you are feeling.” Rebecca said, "OK!” She took off her boots, her coat & her hat. She was wearing only her white turtleneck & flowing flowery skirt. She jumped up & danced away. Smiling, laughing & finally free from her self imposed winter. It was one of those moments in life when everything begins to rhyme. It was a life defining moment of clarity. Her winter had passed &the sun had melted away her winter. The temperature was still around 20 degrees outside, but there is an internal warmth that can blow away any sense of clouds, cold or ice. She was alive. Anything was possible.Instagram
Friday, April 05, 2019
She walked right into his life and he knew right away he would give in to her. One look at her, four words spoken in her raspy voice and her hand lightly cascading down his left arm… Her name was, fantastically, Sabrina. She was a 28 year old native of London but most recently was living in Croydon, South of London. She grew up in Hampstead into a very wealthy family. Her father was a cardiovascular surgeon and her mother a Child Psychologist. Sabrina had moved to Croydon upon her graduation from university and had been teaching in the Croydon College for three years when the opportunity to work in New York City was brought to her. Although Sabrina was close to her 3 sisters and her 2 brothers. She jumped at the opportunity. She was teaching advanced English at the British International School of New York and was living in a studio apartment on First Avenue walking distance to the school. This was her first year in New York and she had fallen in love with the city’s 24 hour madness. New York felt like London to her, without the doom and gloom attitude of the Motherland. No stiff upper lips or nasty looks here, instead there was the honest “F you lady” when she would be confronted with someone who wasn’t thrilled with her. #shortstory #bryantpark #tbf #freddyzalta #instagramauthor #love #writing #sabrina #poetsofinstagram #writerscommunity http://bit.ly/1hbPRfX
Roads converging, splitting and then converging once again. Just as the tides ebb and flow, the further out you go the quicker you return. There is a beacon, a North Star, it's within you, wherever you may travel, it's always within you. It's your home, within you. Even as a stranger in a strange land, you are always at home, it's always within you. Don't fret, don't panic, wherever you go you always possess your safe place within you.. It is you. #poetsofinsta #writersofinstagrampoetry #poemsociety #poetrygroup #writersclub #artofpoets #poemsoftheday #openmicpoetry #artiscollab #artandcultureglobal #poetrycommunity #cafewriting #keepwriting #writingpoetry #writinggoals #writingabook #writingcommunityofinstagram #writingskills #writingworkshop #Freddyzalta #homeInstagram
Thursday, April 04, 2019
Young lady, coffee to her lips, short dirt blonde hair, a crooked smile and worried eyes. Make her smile, take my hand, I'll make her smile. Young lady, hand runs through her hair, takes a sip of coffee and looks my way. Take my hand, I'll make you smile. #cafewriting #poetsofinstagram #poemsociety #poetrycommunity #women #love #coffee #lips #FreddyzaltaInstagram
Wednesday, April 03, 2019
Who says the sky need be blue? Who lays down these rules of right and wrong? Love is the goal, acceptance is the first step. Who says your hatred must continue? Who says that destruction is all we know? Peace is the goal, acceptance is the first step. #remember #love #poetryisnotdead #spilledwords #abuse #anxiety #instapoetry #instapoets #instapoem #igpoet #igpoetry #poetry #poet #poetrycommunity #writerscommunity #writingcommunity #freddyzalta #poetsofinstagram #poetryofinstagramInstagram
Tuesday, April 02, 2019
Monday, April 01, 2019
My beautiful Carol... She always has a way of making be smile, shake my head, freak out and get up and sing with her. That's all I am going to say because what will I say on get birthday? She is everyone's best friend except for man's best friend. Anyway... Thank you for always being there for everyone.Instagram
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)