Although we’ll never again be body to body or mind to mind, you and the place and the years are alive every night in the lette… I’ve stored in my room.

Summer evenings after the news at 6 p.m. the Widow Murphy comes out of her tiny bungalow and sits on her front porch swing

This morning I woke up early feelin’ good, feelin’ the way I felt 50 years ago, no aches, no pains, can’t wait to shower, hop on the El, go back to work,

She has wanted to be Miss America since third grade when she won the… in Snow White and the Seven Dwar… Now a finalist, she has told the j… she wants to lecture at colleges o…

Linda’s an animal person who puts her money where her mouth is, owns a ranch outside the city and takes in kittens, puppies, birds that

They’re usually poor people, sometimes considered the flotsam of society, always in the way at the grocery store,

The ones we didn’t abort we’re starting to euthanize so no worries there. It’s the ones in the middle still walking around

Inseparable they are, landing one after another on the ground under the bird feeder two mourning doves

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

The weekday Mass at 6 a.m. brings old folks out from bungalows around the church. They move like caterpillars

I never think about bison. After all, I live in St. Louis, why should I? But when I went hunting for quail in Montana

“Quiet, please,” I tell her, “I want to hear the music.” She is sitting next to me again, this time on a paisley couch, a woman in a lime bikini I met

We do our best to avoid the Zika Virus. We smack mosquitoes and avoid tanned folks just back from two weeks in the tropics.

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