Story in the paper this morning almost ruined breakfast. In a rural county far from where… the natives shoot stray dogs on si… In my city, an agency picks up str…

Sleet on the turnpike in the middle of the night but I keep driving, both hands on the wheel, nowhere to pull off,

It wasn’t long after her mother died my wife asked if her father could live with us. We had an empty apartment upstairs. Dad wouldn’t be much trouble, she said. He was old now and had d...

He remembers loving her lost in an orchard peaches, pears, apricots falling on his head every day

In the glow of the porch light one moth a final fandango nowhere to go

I came back to You late and still don’t understand why the Father asked You to die for me and everyone else. I learned the Ten Commandments

There are a lot of people like me neither rich nor poor, idling in the middle who have never wante… for anything in our lives. We were reared by parents

Some choose not to have children others maybe one or two three seems to be the max now it’s not like when Paul was young and a family might have had six or…

Porch light bright all night keeps thieves away but not the moths that dance till dawn

Rudy in his wheelchair gets around pretty good. He has a good job and transportation via a special van. He shops at local stores and everyone is nice except at the drug store where the ...

The Sixties almost killed Will, a wasted man who sobered up long enough to vote for JFK. And he’d have voted for RFK if he hadn’t been killed as well.

Wally read something he thought good advice for those who lose the race. “Make friends of the

You love your grandson, this blue bundle in your arms. There’s no doubt about that. He has peaches for cheeks and the sky’s in his eyes