Posts by author: Frank Z
I’ve been thinking about distances lately. And proximities. The distance from and the proximity to. I’ve been thinking not of the nearness and distance in my relationships with certain people (That’s a novel, not a blog!), but rather about the distances we create from the external functions of our life and how such distances erode […]
Read more →At first it was hard to discern. Then I looked closer… It was a squirrel, lying there, spread-eagle on the concrete (if one can say that of squirrels). I thought he was dead. Dead of heat prostration. Sure, that’s what must have killed him. It was, after all, 114 degrees this day. I’d probably be […]
Read more →I kept putting off a golf lesson to correct the terrible weakness I had with my irons. I put it off because I figured I’d never be able to improve my persistent inability to make clean contact with the ball…often pounding the ball into the ground instead of into the air. Finally, I gave in […]
Read more →Annette and I are traveling in Santa Fe and Taos, New Mexico this past week. I wanted to express some thoughts about what we’ve seen and felt, but I was reluctant because of the effort to write down thoughts in a blog, then edit the draft of words, then edit again, then add photos, then […]
Read more →Short sentences. Or phrases. Parsing out the experience. Images illuminating a moment. A prose poem. My Mercury Dime The tenth hole on our golf course is flat. Until the gully at the end of the fairway. You don’t want to hit into the gully. Chipping out is tough. Thick grass. Steep banks. Boggy conditions. Mud […]
Read more →So, this is kind of smart or funny or disastrous. Who can say which it will be until it happens? No one. Our dear family members, Sean and Hugo, suggested that Nettie and I attend the Northern Trust PGA Open event at the Riviera Country Club in Pacific Palisades this Sunday. They went last year […]
Read more →Lately, I’ve been feeling increasingly out of touch with the culture that surrounds me. I’m not sure why, but the feeling is persistent. Perhaps it’s just age or this ridiculous chest cold I’ve been carrying around for over three weeks that has released a torrent of lethargy flooding not only my flesh and bones, but […]
Read more →I turned 65 on December 28th. Yes, I know, shocking, isn’t it? The good news is that I made it here. The other good news is that I feel about 30 physically, and about 20 mentally as I am in the photo. So you see, I’m still immature in both areas! I received wonderful best […]
Read more →A new life begins in the middle of an old life. Quickly and often beautifully. Without worrying to prepare for it, or needless anticipation. Suddenly, your shifts, your life changes and you are ready. You just didn’t know it. That’s what’s happened to me. That’s where I’ve been. That’s why this post is my first […]
Read more →Sometimes words do fail. It’s the nature of things. In spite of that, we still try to fashion the truth of our emotions in letters and punctuation marks. Yet they remain inadequate. Spacer For example: Spacer I anticipated this blog would be simply a brief recap of Monday night’s reading of my story, The Dinner […]
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