As autumn turns colder there’s only one moth fluttering at midnight around the porch light. He’s the last of the flock

Jimmy was visiting his father when Mr. Crenshaw called to say Mrs. Bittles had died the night before of a sudden heart attack.

I told my son now that he’s a father he has to be careful about what he says around his child. No swearing, of course,

The weather report the night before said a foot of snow maybe more, heavy and wet.

If love’s real, not the puppy kind, it’s not just a feeling but an act of the will a constant giving

He wants to do certain things he should have done before old age and illness reaped their harve… The doctor gives him days perhaps a week to breathe

They’re widows, old and gray, bent over a quilting frame, sewing to meet a deadline for the next raffle

Ten years later he still mourns the death of his friend, Bill, such a smart man he could talk to

It was a mistake to take home economics out of the curriculum at so many high schools, says Wally, a retired teacher who has an ongoing interest in education. He taught high school for ...

After all the tests and the doctor’s explanation she thinks of them not as 20 points of cancer but as 20 rusty nails

Maury’s wife frets about growing old withering up and sagging so it’s up to Maury

The editor of the school paper came at the appointed hour and found the old poet in his backyard alert in a lawn chair with a

Joe went to the mall yesterday and found a big tent pitched at the head of the drive. Someone selling fireworks. The sign said discounts

twenty-four houses on the same block everyone inside milling about one lost a job

Some say when daffodils shoot up Spring is here. It’s safe to put away your boots and shovels.