Beneath the bowling-alley bar marquee the rain tonight hammers off the concrete.

Years ago Rodney King, after his beating in LA, softly asked America, “People, can we all just get along? Can we stop

In St. Louis young blacks carry guns like cell phones and use them often to shoot each other, as we read in the daily paper

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

The teacher tells the third grade the order of the seasons cannot be changed. Summer, fall, winter, spring arrive in order, then start over.

In 1962, I was a caseworker, not a social worker, in the Cabrini-Green Housing Project in Chicago. In that era, the difference between a caseworker and a social worker was simple. A soc...

I have to hope America can trust and welcome them especially parents hiding children

I told my guest it’s just a poem doesn’t mean a thing a salad tossed with colors bright

You see things at the rest home you don’t expect to see. New veteran in his Korea cap is whipping everyone else in pool. He never has to bend over

Jesse was a common man he never made a lot of money he had a troubled marriage. His wife left him for another man he never saw his kids again.

Summer evenings after the news at 6 p.m. the Widow Murphy comes out of her tiny bungalow and sits on her front porch swing

Paul’s in his backyard on a Sunday afternoon barbecuing burgers. His wife and kids are hungry in the house.

Forty years Leroy was a doorman at a nice hotel in a big city. He was a country boy the day he got the job because he was tall and the uniform fit, the manager s…

Thirty years later, Dad came back and we met for Ham and Yams at To… Pouring his tea, he told me he had to restore power once at a newspaper warehouse

Porch light bright all night keeps thieves away but not the moths that dance till dawn