Old Tim writes poetry now in his heaven of retirement. He’s had nice jobs over the years but swears retirement is better.

Pastor Homer is a jealous man and Opal gives him fits through 40 years of marriage dancing, laughing kissing other men

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

Someone smart told me yesterday you never really know the meaning of a word until

Ralph never planned on dying but when he did, he was swept away like a child’s kite blown astray. When he arrived at his destination… he heard angels singing, harps pla…

Far from the city way out in the country a hot afternoon in high summer as we drive down a bumpy road bouncing one mail box past

I am sorry to hear the news. I lost it when I heard about hers and now to hear about yours. I’m livid at times, peaceful rarel… If you prefer, I won’t forward em…

Anyone might have what you need if she’s choice in your eye. She can be big or small provided she has

He slaughters his hamburger steak with a fork and a butter knife, massacres ringlets of onions again and again thumps catsup all over

Around his navel this morning a halo, a red stipple Hopkins would love: “Glory be to God for dappled thin… It’s a gift from this woman

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…

It’s a very busy drug store with seats along the wall where folks who wait for refills sit and sometimes chat but as I discover you can

My boss has a problem with God or rather a problem with me because I believe in God and he doesn’t. Or so we discover

You have the back rent and come home from work and find everything in a mountain out on the lawn with the kids sitting on the curb crying