Fred must explain Halloween to Op… when he gets home from the poker g… He just had another bad Halloween… He thinks Opal doesn’t know but E… from across the street called Opal

“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

I get an email every day from a man I don’t know and doesn’t know me. Many people receive blind copies of his emails.

In 1920, my father, 16, was a guest of the British government. He was a prisoner of their forces occupying Ireland at the time, a group called the Black and Tans. One day he and seven o...

Praise for Him coming from us is like the bark of a terrier at the foot of his master

Bug no bigger than a comma scales the wall next to my recliner. He’s climbing

Many years later when I meet her… on my way out of the Russian Tea… I notice how beautiful she is dini… a man more attentive than I was ba… But I see chaos dancing in her ey…

A group of older men gather once a week to talk about life after a heart attack. Old Len chews tobacco still and tells jokes in a voice so low

We’re all salmon swimming upstream until the job’s done. Some of us know it and some of us don’t.

Memories never go away. They’re visitors from yesterday arriving unannounced often to a mixed reception. Faces aren’t clear but

Years ago Rodney King, after his beating in LA, softly asked America, “People, can we all just get along? Can we stop

Vacillating Benny, an ancient che… now retired from Monsanto, must de… if a poem his friend Ron has sent… is good enough for his hobby journ… Benny finally decides to let the p…

A refugee from another country tel… people thrive on proving their bel… more than understanding one anothe… They will let a stereotype fall on… like a cheap dress as long as it f…