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A Father’s Day (and Night)
When a father wakes up in the middle of the night he does something that I don’t think even most mothers do. Well, I will rephrase that. When I wake up in the middle of the night and find myself unable to sleep – I usually will get out of bed and walk to…
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Tell Me
The waiter brought his drink. He had been waiting for 15 minutes now, she had texted him 20 minutes ago that she was running late and apologized. “Thank you.” He said as the waiter placed his Martini down, three olives spread across the top of the glass impaled on a red…
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Grab it – not like that Harder!
He said aloud, “I need to grab it, grab it harder.” The people around him looked at him like he was nuts – he didn’t care. Just smiled and wipe his eyes.
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How do you Like to be Kissed?
She looked at him and bit her lip. He saw her lip, with her front teeth nibbling it in, what was she thinking? She blinked, swiped away her strand of hair that fell across her left eye, bit her lip again as she does when she is expecting something but unsure of what. He saw…
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Late Spring in the Park
They sat together on the grass, in the park, within a city that is in a constant state of insomnia. They sat together, her head on his lap as she read her book and his back against a tree with his eyes closed and a book in hand. In the distance there…
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Happy Birthday Bob Dylan
My very first memory of listening to music was the sound of a nasal voice telling me about his 115th Dream. “I was riding on the Mayflower When I thought I spied some land…” It tells the story in a humorous way with waitresses who were handsome and pulling down pants for collateral and so many…
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Only Just Begun by Freddy S. Zalta
I am a writer. I used to say that and feel some trepidation that I would be criticized and laughed at for even suggesting that I considered myself a writer. But, alas, at the tender young age of 46 1/2 – I can say with a confidence and a haughtiness that I, Freddy S. Zalta…
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When the Sun Goes Down by Freddy S. Zalta
You can sense the day winding down before the sun even makes its way west. The streets become progressively quieter as the school kids head back home for dinner and homework. The birds who sang from early in the morning seemed to have gone to sleep for the night and…
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Mother’s Day 2013
The definition of a “Mother” is in a rainbow of colors – not just black and white. You can look it up on the countless dictionaries both online and in print. Nothing truly defines the title as someone who redefines the title. I have been blessed…
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Time to Recover – Part VIII – Coming Home
I walked slowly, putting my hand to my heart as if to catch it in case it fell out. It sounds kind of crazy – but I actually did it subconsciously. I didn’t even notice it until my wife asked me what I was doing. “I have no idea.” I kept doing it because it…
