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From across the lake Johnny was inhaling and then purposefully exhaling unfiltered Camels. With each inhale he would be thinking about the summer of 2013 – August to be exact. With each exhale he would be thinking about the fall of 2013, Labor Day – to be exact. Read more http://ift.tt/1KwPQAu Instagram Daily Stupidity

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Where it all Begins and Ends

He stood outside of his old 'once expensive car' and watched the party taking shape. The bass booming like a deep voiced whisper... He wasn't ready to see her again - wasn't ready to see her because he knew he would do something stupid and reckless. Something stupid and reckless like fall in love all over again.

Invisible Bars

It begins with the birth of an emotion. Unsure of just what the nature of it you shrug it off and try to force sleep. Suddenly you are aware of your heartbeat… Breathing becomes uneasy and suddenly sweat appears upon your brow and your upper lip. Throw off the cover and then you begin to […]

Invisible Bars

It begins with the birth of an emotion. Unsure of just what the nature of it you shrug it off and try to force sleep. Suddenly you are aware of your heartbeat… Breathing becomes uneasy and suddenly sweat appears upon your brow and your upper lip. Throw off the cover and then you begin to […]

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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

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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…

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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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