The question isn’t why your little world is suddenly going to hell. The question is what can you do about

No one goes to the patio now except at night when Ann goes out to spread old bread and sunflower seed on the small table for birds

Paul’s not a veteran of Vietnam but he goes there in his dreams to watch his brother Tim walk in hazy streams sprayed with Agent Orange before he

My boss has a problem with God or rather a problem with me because I believe in God and he doesn’t. Or so we discover

They are a certain way certain ladies are today no matter where they are summer, fall winter, spring even

It was her birthday. She was only five the dawn we went out to look at roses in Grandma’s garden

Things reach a certain age, an age at which things don’t work the way they once did. The battery in your car,

You were gone when I got home at midnight from a double shift. Now you’re back,

In St. Louis young blacks carry guns like cell phones and use them often to shoot each other, as we read in the daily paper

The hands on the atomic clock upstairs finally stopped spinning. As you know, my dear, the hands have been spinning for two weeks. This morning the clock stopped

Every morning before the sun comes up there’s a feral cat on our deck waiting for a can of Fancy Feast. It’s been that way for years.

Let’s not worry about it, Dearie, life gets better, life gets worse. We’re no different than the seasons of the year except we’re luckier than most having

You have to have regulations in any industry, the hog farmer told the slaughter house CEO visiting his farm that day. Otherwise raising hogs

You never know who’ll be there though folks are dying to get in. Then suddenly you’re at the door, hat in hand,