Holiday Parties Millie comes home bawling from another holiday party and Willie asks what’s the problem. Millie says her friends are cheese…

Middle of the night someone’s in the house. Can’t be the wife asleep next to you. She’ll be mad

Someone smart told me yesterday you never really know the meaning of a word until

I don’t see her often since she died but when I do it’s eerie over there at dawn or dusk.

Tattoos were anathema in ‘52 on any man who got one after an all-night drunk or to impress a girlfriend. But not a word was spoken to

Harry and Grace had a carousel of marriage while it lasted. There were arguments galore and children by the score or so the neighbors thought

Christmas lights ring the house and carols play. Todd decorates his grand Victorian

I wish he had never come out from behind the stove, that spider I stepped on at 4 a.m. He was a big one bothering no one.

When Bernie wakes at 6 a.m. there’s a piano on his chest and Erroll Garner’s playing “Mist… Sinatra’s on the headboard improvising lyrics

Fuzzy wasn’t my cat although I fed him every morning at four o’clock for 10 years. He was my wife’s cat, loved to sit on her lap, be petted, jump down and rub his head against her feet....

A sense of shame is missing in the world today. If you find it, burp Donal Mahoney

Bill’s a conservative upset that Meals on Wheels and Medicaid face possible cuts in America’s budget. He yells to colleagues

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