The kitchens of Auschwitz are belching again. Ancient chefs, puffed hats askew, storm once more

I like to watch master chefs on television do their thing. My favorite is Jacques Pépin when he has to chop an onion. No one chops an onion faster.

Three are known by name, Michael, Gabriel, and Raphael, but there are a zillion angels, pure spirits who have no wings like those we draw on Cherubim,

The bog above Bob Gordon’s bog is where they found the body of an older man floating like a canoe among the lily pads. He was covered with crustaceans.

What will she do with him? That is, if she’s elected. She’ll have to take him with her to the White House after keeping him in the doghouse.

They’re usually poor people, sometimes considered the flotsam of society, always in the way at the grocery store,

Sagebrush on Broadway a Big Mac wrapper tumbles softly down the street Donal Mahoney

Spring will eventually arrive, Tom tells his youngest daughter looking out the window at the snow… Take heart, he tells her, and listen for the blue jays when

The others, of course, are more ra… but less apt to show it. Whenever I strike, I never romp o… I stand with the wrist that I’ve… from the lady locked in my teeth

I have a friend, old and retired, who keeps busy helping the poor. Let’s call him Ted because he wants to remain anonymous. Some of his ideas, he says, wouldn’t make many of his neighbo...

On their honeymoon he asked her not to sit down. Might bruise the peaches. Donal Mahoney

Herb’s a middle-age son with a big family and lots of pressure. Too busy to care for Mom and Pop so he drives to Shady Lane to see if he thinks they might like the p…

I’m amazed at the difference between my friend and me. His response to life is so different from mine. I live deep in the city

On a clear day in the day room he will tell anyone he has had an askew life. When he was a small boy out for a Sunday walk