We write the stories of our lives between the bookends of birth and death They stay on the shelf

It’s a retirement haven for people with money but it works like a Roach Motel. People move i… but never move out. You and your wife move in to

The weather report the night before said a foot of snow maybe more, heavy and wet.

In that backyard three small trash cans had their place next to each other against the house.

Beautiful lady in the checkout lan… is spotted by Roscoe, a wealthy ma… wandering in Walmart. He admires her chocolate hair, bonbon eyes, vanilla creme complexion, a walk

Christmas is now the Holidays. But Hanukkah is still Hanukkah and Ramadan is still Ramadan. Easter still has its name. The media needs more time

She’s at a flower show miles away arranging roses in a vase very carefully.

If I owned a magazine I’d publish folks who agree with me as long as they remained abstract,

Paul was at the office when the first atomic bomb fell and when Muntz TVs replaced console radios and the first man landed on the mo… He saw the first big computers tru…

I used to be flexible about meetings at work. Change the hour of a meeting, no problem for me.

They had things in common, Paul and June, at an age when most boys and girls don’t and maybe that’s why they were the only couple in sixth grade dating, if you can call it that. This wa...

Rhoda, I can’t say why Amanda was picked and not Tiffany for anchor of our Nightly News. I interviewed both because Mr. Smith wanted

Punxsutawney Phil sees his shadow in February and says six more weeks of winter. That same day the first moth of spring lands on my storm door

They’re getting older, five brothers and sisters, all with degrees, jobs, families, nice homes, good lives, happier than most except when they must