If America is lucky it might still happen. That lawsuit about the university accused of bilking students might go to trial and the accused

There’s always something. Like the growth you found under your arm showering this morning but you decided to go

I was warm and toasty, curled up, napping in amniotic fluid, without a worry when suddenly

They buried Colleen Garrity today a woman 95 few people thought would ever die and what a lovely eulogy her cousin Paddy gave. Paddy must be 80 if a day yet he

“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

For years leprechauns lived under Pop’s fedora. They danced jigs on his head when he wore it and hid in his ears

I will no longer feed the birds on the front porch as I do daily autumn through winter when I go out at dawn to get the paper on the lawn and spread seed on

It’s not de rigueur to believe he’s there behind the sun, the stars, the moon watching us

Your life as explained in your letter recently received is very difficult to read. It’s been 40 years since we last saw each other or talked. Most of your problems I knew nothing about....

Jim met an old friend from college days long after both retired. They were classmates on the beautiful campus,

You never know who’ll be there though folks are dying to get in. Then suddenly you’re at the door, hat in hand,

Unlike his peers his office holds no photo of a wife no indication that he has fathered five

Other than death there’s no way to escape them unless you’re a hummingbird

Spring will eventually arrive, Tom tells his youngest daughter looking out the window at the snow… Take heart, he tells her, and listen for the blue jays when