The story goes Pa met Ma in the city when he drove a truckload of pigs to market. She was the young waitress who served him cup after cup of coffee and gave him three eggs instead of ju...
We worry so much because we’re nice people. We want to find a way to feed the poor house the poor
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…
“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 have a drop-off problem in Ame… We must decide which restroom one can use when nature beckons. So far, tumult reigns among the pe… If we declare both genders equal
It was her birthday. She was only five the dawn we went out to look at roses in Grandma’s garden
Two grackles, black birds shiny and iridescent, nest again this year high and deep in our tall spruce.
What we are not who we are matters to the world. Who we are not what we are
Wally read something he thought good advice for those who lose the race. “Make friends of the
Smitty isn’t Schulte. He doesn’t drive a Cadillac and doesn’t hit his wife often any more. Schulte, on the other hand,
Grandma Gretchen’s in her rocker and she has something to say. She tells a visitor, a young man from the city, if he plans to write a book about life on a farm in the Fifties, he likely...
She’s been making quilts for half a century and he’s been making poems that long as well and every now and then he brings a chocolate shake to her place
He asked and so I told him. The “cancer” poems stem from cancer in the family. Daughter’s terminal. Son’s a five-year survivor.
Julie owns a cat that roams. Recently he’s been stopping at Jack and Brenda’s house where Brenda’s mourning her cat’s death. Brenda cries except when Julie’s…
Pastor Homer is a jealous man and Opal gives him fits through 40 years of marriage dancing, laughing kissing other men
