We write the stories of our lives between the bookends of birth and death They stay on the shelf
Every time something breaks like the pipe in the wall we heard gushing this morning my wife wants to call
When Normal Norman takes his seat in Room 220 in Dumbach Hall to hear the eminent Dr. Engelhard… recite Beowulf again, Norman knows that he can suck
Handsome is as handsome does, Jeanie always said, when Donald was away on business.
You have to be married at least 30 years to know what your wife is thinking before she says it aloud. More than 40 years to know
Roscoe and two cousins rented a va… and drove to Mississippi for the f… of another cousin they grew up wit… It took six hours to get where three old men didn’t want to go
Bug no bigger than a comma scales the wall next to my recliner. He’s climbing
I met a proper woman in a proper p… on a Monday in Peoria. I was take… she looked like Jackie after Dall… but without the pillbox hat. She was from New York and I was…
I’m amazed at the difference between my friend and me. His response to life is so different from mine. I live deep in the city
If one could store them in the attic without stir and turn to other things, to picking fruit, perhaps, or seeding it, one could afford
I never think about bison. After all, I live in St. Louis, why should I? But when I went hunting for quail in Montana
Millie on crutches in the day room tells Fred on his walker to find him.
Granny watches nature in the city from her window after the nurse takes her tray away. She likes to watch the bird feeder grandson Ahmad hung for cardinals,
They’re in the kitchen, drinking coffee, the kids, in their fifties now, figuring out what to do about Dad who’s
The bog above Bob Gordon’s bog is where they found the body of an older man floating like a canoe among the lily pads. He was covered with crustaceans.