Jimmy was visiting his father when Mr. Crenshaw called to say Mrs. Bittles had died the night before of a sudden heart attack.
He tried so hard to be everybody’s friend, agreed with everything we said. Some of us liked him, others were indifferent,
The kitchens of Auschwitz are belching again. Ancient chefs, puffed hats askew, storm once more
The hands on the atomic clock upstairs finally stopped spinning. As you know, my dear, the hands have been spinning for two weeks. This morning the clock stopped
There’s a football field between u… I’m in one of the end zones bellow… and you’re in the other one bawlin… the cliffs of your cheekbones streaked with mascara.
No red kettles and bells this December outside the stores at the mall in our suburbs this year. They irritate shoppers,
A minister’s son married a deacon’s daughter after a long courtship. It was difficult at times doing everything right
Fancy spam emails I don’t mind nor the ones cobbled in broken English from someone who says he’s with a bank overseas
Ten years ago, when they were tykes just in their 70s, Melvin used to tell Emma eat your Wheaties
July in the streets of Mexico City: One of the women one never would marry. One of the women one sees
I have a new email address. Old one may work for awhile but like life, it can stop at any time… One problem so far. This new address sends emails
Some say when daffodils shoot up Spring is here. It’s safe to put away your boots and shovels.
Jill’s assignment as a new reporter was to interview an old bell ringer standing next to a red kettle outside a Walmart. Her editor had told her the man has been ringing the bell every ...
Seeing is believing smart people often tell me but no one ever told me believing is seeing
Can you hear me in the bunker, Le… Sorry to hear ISIS has you in a… But I’m delighted to know you’re… camouflaged in your bunker with an… Now you’re telling me ISIS is th…
