Posts by author: Frank Zajaczkowski
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 […]
Read more →Through friends, Annette and I attended a story reading series called Spark Off Rose at Theatre Palisades a couple weeks ago. Each month the Spark producing team chooses seven storytellers to write and read true stories from their lives inspired by the current Spark theme. In their words: Spark has cultivated an intimate, authentic space […]
Read more →Essentially, I’d like a Trader Joe’s Associate to take me by the hand (metaphorically of course…unless it’s Sheryl at the Woodland Hills store, then literally) and with her I want to buy every single item in the Fearless Flyer. Every. Single. One. Sheryl and I could start in produce. Or wines. Or cheeses. Wherever she […]
Read more →Nettie and I moved out of our house this past week, and a contractor crew of painters took the field. We moved in with our neighbors across the street, neighbors we’ve known for nearly forty years. Great friends, generous people, and fellow travelers in the sweep of life that began with sharing the experiences of […]
Read more →Maybe the answer to one of the questions of the title is the answer to the other. But first, here’s what happened. I went to Pier 1 Imports on Thursday afternoon to pick up a replacement for a leather chair we bought a few years ago when we were still transiting back and forth to […]
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