Underneath the feeder black juncos write hieroglyphics in the snow. Two cardinals arrive In a flash of red. They add

When Bill goes home to the church of his youth he finds things are different. They don’t sing “Amazing Grace” the way they did when he was

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

Bill hates to go to parties but he loves to go to wakes. One of the advantages of being old, he says, is that there are fewer parties to go to but a lot more wakes. At parties he finds ...

Hillary was at the podium setting the record straight for people who have a problem with the tone of her voice. She said when Bill was

“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

Her corded belt python tight around a tiny waist makes her blooms bigger brighter as they unfold

Maury’s wife frets about growing old withering up and sagging so it’s up to Maury

Six months ago an old black couple moved into an old brick house on a block of old white people. A dither erupted over the fences

Noon meal at the nursing home and everyone is there chowing down and talking. Before dessert is served there’s an announcement to be made

This just in. In metro St. Louis last night a woman gave birth to a boy in the bathroom of her second-floor apartment.

It’s one thing to work in an office because your skills say you must. It’s another to want to hang out with

The tale’s a parable and it scares Bill more than any creepy clown hiding behind a tree

Both of them had been to Korea. Both of them had made it back. One found a job