When you have an hour to live what matters then is Christ in a pyx in the vest pocket
They’ve been here for years two blue jays who live in our yard year round. In winter they’re silent at the feeder but screeching
Old Sam on his deathbed says he’d rewrite his life if he could. He’d do so many things differently… be nice to all his wives if he cou… but luckily they had died before h…
America has two kinds of migrants, those with money and those with hope, a farmer’s wife told me the day I stopped to buy some eggs.
What we are not who we are matters to the world. Who we are not what we are
Dither of blue jays bickering at the feeder. Doves eat well below Donal Mahoney
The two weeks I spent in that small town on assignment, I saw no blacks except for two older women regal in every way,
Joe went to the mall yesterday and found a big tent pitched at the head of the drive. Someone selling fireworks. The sign said discounts
Jimmy was visiting his father when Mr. Crenshaw called to say Mrs. Bittles had died the night before of a sudden heart attack.
Alvin didn’t want to be anybody else. He didn’t want to be himself either. Money wasn’t a problem.
Jim Daley and Joe McCarthy had something in common. They died at 80 going to the bathroom in the middle of the night. Walt O’Brien, their protege, found this out when he called the home...
Jim met an old friend from college days long after both retired. They were classmates on the beautiful campus,
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
My wife likes to garden. She’s crazy about roses, lilies and daisies. She says I should get out in the garden and weed.
Every time we have a big election in America, my wife of many years asks me if I’m going to vote in the primary although she knows I never do because one has to decl…