I should have said yes, meet you anywhere you want for lunch, even that greasy spoon with the lousy chili and corn dogs… Every five years or so we meet

I know very little about computers but I use one for basic needs. Poems, stories, not much more. Like some nice women I’ve known, I’ve discovered computers

We write the stories of our lives between the bookends of birth and death They stay on the shelf

When Martha gets home from cooking class this afternoon, Martin will be gone after 30 years of marriage. Martha won’t know why

The story goes Pa met Ma in the city when he drove a truckload of pigs to market. She was the young waitress who served him cup after cup of coffee and gave him three eggs instead of ju...

November’s lovely in the rain, she… from her rocker near the window to no one in particular although the butler’s waiting for her groce… having walked her Pekingese.

Rose was a plain girl from a small town. She sang in the choir, never missed Bible study, left for the big city

If I owned a magazine I’d publish folks who agree with me as long as they remained abstract,

Miyuki is old enough to have been a child during World War II. Indeed, some of her students are that old as well but they are eager to learn and listen to her carefully. She is a teache...

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

Woman in a window brushing long hair madly screams at a little boy down in the street licking an ice cream cone

He often got bored with her hobby… but this weekend he looks forward… hours of cooking shows on televisi… while he talks with her about her… He finally accepts that she is dyi…

The scruffy old man and his white poodle on a long red leash were neighborhood icons years ago down at the corner