In a storefront laundry on North Clark Street brown draperies release this quiet man who has my shirts.
This was the first Christmas Billy was old enough to speak when he saw his gifts under the sparkling tree. His parents were waiting
Deep into a warm winter the Japanese red maple keeps her crown of brilliant leaves as if to prove to the evergreens especially that big blue spruce
Two new crutches and two double shots of Bushmills Irish Whiskey enabled Joe Faherty to move from the back seat of Moira Murphy’s 1976 Buick into Eagan’s Funeral Home for Tim McGillicud...
We write the stories of our lives between the bookends of birth and death They stay on the shelf
Emma used to do real good in schoo… her mother tells her new teacher. It’s Parents Night at Ryland Ele… Mostly mothers in attendance. What’s the problem, her mother ask…
In 1962, I was a caseworker, not a social worker, in the Cabrini-Green Housing Project in Chicago. In that era, the difference between a caseworker and a social worker was simple. A soc...
“Quiet, please,” I tell her, “I want to hear the music.” She is sitting next to me again, this time on a paisley couch, a woman in a lime bikini I met
Paul was at the office when the first atomic bomb fell and when Muntz TVs replaced console radios and the first man landed on the mo… He saw the first big computers tru…
The alarm clock screams at 5 a.m. and I get up to attend a funeral 50 miles away, a long drive back to a corner of Chicago once rife with corned beef and cabbage but
I died from a rattlesnake bite and found myself in line with other zombies in front of a bank of elevators, the doors opening and closing as if by metronome.
Third day on her honeymoon Sharon asks Butch what it’s like for a man before he gets married. A bricklayer by trade, and a man of few words,
Far from the city way out in the country a hot afternoon in high summer as we drive down a bumpy road bouncing one mail box past
Porch light bright all night keeps thieves away but not the moths that dance till dawn
Despite the digital holocaust of computers and cell phones, Newberry Library remains the Vatican of books with the right sounds,