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

Robin on the lawn. Three hops and stops to listen. Somewhere must be spring. Donal Mahoney

We’ve moved my wife and I from home to the last place we’ll ever live and she wants to know why

A good reason to get married, Tim told me before he died, is you need a driver to take you home from a colonoscopy. When cancer runs in the family

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

Ruth’s at an age where she’s happy to sit in the sun under a patio umbrella and watch a line of ants

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

Fred and Martha have always voted the same way since their marriage long ago but not this time and Fred wondered why Martha was voting the other way

They moved in on Sunday, a bright and sunny day, the first black family on the bloc… They drove up in two U-Hauls and slowly carried furniture

It will be a while before Fred’s hometown has its annual food drive, he told me. That’s an important event because it helps stock the pantry at the small charity where he volunteers. Ri...

This senior citizen whose face is Rushmore still squats with pigeons on the steps of the Rogers Park Masonic Templ… She wears a shawl this snowy day

It tears the stomach out of Roy to see old folks shopping at an all-night grocery store ancient couples, on canes and walkers

It isn’t a flophouse where Fred lives now but he calls it that a month after moving in and seeing his fellow

Dad, happy to see you’re taking a nap. I’m down at the pier so give me a shout when you wake up

No youngster himself, Fred often… “There are always preludes to hell… For Fred one of those preludes is… the things in life Fred can’t fix.… Another prelude is paying the trad…