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...

You see things at the rest home you don’t expect to see. New veteran in his Korea cap is whipping everyone else in pool. He never has to bend over

Steven is a retired teacher disturbed by the problems he sees in education. Schools weren’t perfect when he was teaching but they were better than they are today. He has ideas for impro...

Yours is the first email I opened… I appreciate your suggested revisi… to send the work back once I’ve ma… I can tell you spent a lot of time… I’m afraid, however, that I can’t…

Three times a day a train roars through a field a farm away booming like an Angus bull looking for companionship.

Take it from Martin, if you live in an old house, as much as you love it, bad things happen Despite maintenance,

The stench came first, the young man remembers. It was as if someone had grabbed him by the ankles, turned him upside down

Both of them had been to Korea. Both of them had made it back. One found a job

Through the window I see the sun fire up for the last time today. There are jays in the trees near the meadow,

That my parents were Irish immigrants is probably the most significant factor in my writing life. The English expelled my father from Ireland around 1920 at age 18 or so for running gun...

Farmer John knows he’s old but didn’t think he was that old until he went to town one day and met a young lady he liked as much as he likes the corn

Bill would come every Sunday to his mother’s house after a tough divorce. He’d bring his laundry for his mother to do and then he’d devour the roast beef dinner she always made for him....

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

It was the first time that senators had been asked to go home and address parent-teacher meetings at all the middle schools in their states. Each had been given a sheet of talking point...

Autumn and the leaves, crisp in the swirling air, are pheasant wings once more Donal Mahoney