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.

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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Old Times So Long Ago

The door closed behind me and I felt a sharp breeze against my exposed chest. I walked down the four stairs onto the sidewalk. There was snow floating, a subway train screeching and a full moon fighting its way through the late December clouds. I walked towards my car, decided to walk and pulled up […]

Old Times So Long Ago

The door closed behind me and I felt a sharp breeze against my exposed chest. I walked down the four stairs onto the sidewalk. There was snow floating, a subway train screeching and a full moon fighting its way through the late December clouds. I walked towards my car, decided to walk and pulled up […]

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When He Was Just Daddy

On May 9th, 2015, my father, Sam Zalta passed away in his sleep – he a month away from turning 101 years old.  When He Was Just Daddy Friday afternoons we couldn’t wait to hear the front door of apartment 2D open. My mom would be in the kitchen cooking up the Shabbat meal and […]

When He Was Just Daddy

On May 9th, 2015, my father, Sam Zalta passed away in his sleep – he a month away from turning 101 years old.  When He Was Just Daddy Friday afternoons we couldn’t wait to hear the front door of apartment 2D open. My mom would be in the kitchen cooking up the Shabbat meal and […]

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I found a Red Rose

As I walk across the midnight streets, aglow from the earlier rainfall, I sense a sudden gust of fresh air coming from the north. I lift up my arms and I spin around, like a madman or a clown in a circus somewhere. I feel elated, I feel free and these feelings feel like an […]

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I found a Red Rose

As I walk across the midnight streets, aglow from the earlier rainfall, I sense a sudden gust of fresh air coming from the north. I lift up my arms and I spin around, like a madman or a clown in a circus somewhere. I feel elated, I feel free and these feelings feel like an […]

A Story to Tell chapter 7

He would always, always use the wrong word in sentences. At first she thought he was kidding, but as they kept on speaking she realized he was, unfortunately not. "I could use a great massage - do you know any good misogynists?" "I find your perfume quite repugnant, Sandy." "I was wondering if they had a boy or girl...when I got to the Brit Milah there was blue all over, so I assumed it was a boy." "They should have exonerated that man, he was so guilty. So sad." She broke the news to him that they needed to stop meeting.

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A Story to Tell chapter 7

He would always, always use the wrong word in sentences. At first she thought he was kidding, but as they kept on speaking she realized he was, unfortunately not. "I could use a great massage - do you know any good misogynists?" "I find your perfume quite repugnant, Sandy." "I was wondering if they had a boy or girl...when I got to the Brit Milah there was blue all over, so I assumed it was a boy." "They should have exonerated that man, he was so guilty. So sad." She broke the news to him that they needed to stop meeting.

Infinite Loss

It was not just six million - an infinite amount of lives will never fight for equality, cure the sick, feed the poor or create agriculture in a barren land. So, no, I will repeat it here. It was not just six million who perished - nor the lived they would have birthed. Think about the contributions that could have saved lives, stopped suffering and added light and understanding into a dark ignorant world.

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Infinite Loss

It was not just six million - an infinite amount of lives will never fight for equality, cure the sick, feed the poor or create agriculture in a barren land. So, no, I will repeat it here. It was not just six million who perished - nor the lived they would have birthed. Think about the contributions that could have saved lives, stopped suffering and added light and understanding into a dark ignorant world.

At the End of the Day Chapter 6

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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… David was walking along Broadway in New York City one Spring Day when he…

At the End of the Day Chapter 6

Originally posted on Works:
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… David was walking along Broadway in New York City one Spring Day when he…

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Swirls of Fire

Children are lost, confused and asking questions. Running in circles, grasping at the wind and trying to capture the sun light. Men huddled speaking softly, what went wrong on that night? Swirls of fire - smoke undetected but did it have to end this way?

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Eternal

The pain from the nightmares that were not nightmares, but reality, will go on forever. The questions, the crazy answers and rationalizations, cited verse and cited commentaries will not help to quell the confusion, to ease the pollution of anger, sadness and solitude. Still, the night began…lost in a never-ending darkness…feeling as if the sun would never rise….suddenly a light on the horizon broke…

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At the End of the Day Chapter 6

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… David was walking along Broadway in New York City one Spring Day when he decided to walk up […]

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She wasn't as passionate as David was and was able to go through life without the perks and spoils her contemporaries took for granted. What she could not handle was the cold sadness that emanated from him. Once when he used to come home the house would light up and she would run to see him. Now it seemed as though his presence brought about a dimming light effect on the home which in turn caused any sense of happiness to see him, to disappear.

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A Story to Tell Chapter 4

"Stop romanticizing everything in your past and see events and people for what and who they were. Then you can learn from them." Dr. Green, my former psychologist. "I prefer to stay stupid and romanticize and glorify the events I have been through and the people I have known." "Why? What benefit do you derive from that?" "Good memories." "But those are false positives. You are glorifying bad memories and ignoring the lessons to be learned in favor of twisting their reality into good memories and happy times." "Correct."

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A Story to Tell

I walked away from the burial ground after we said the mourners prayer and found myself walking into the rented limousine that would take us back to my parents house to begin our week of sitting Shiva. Memories flooded my mind but kept being interrupted by the need to console and others consoling me. I […]

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