Wally read something he thought good advice for those who lose the race. “Make friends of the
A rainy Sunday and Pastor Smith is in his pulpit bellowing to the congregation, “I hope you understand
Sixty years ago, the two of us rode tricycles up a little hill behind our school. Nothing stopped us till
Two people so different can view the poor through different lenses and offer a solution but not the same solution
Linda’s on TV this morning being interviewed by someone who specializes in interviewing unusual people. Linda’s a smart woman but
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.
There are poems everywhere but you have to find them, a teacher told my class long ago. I was a kid sitting at a desk, cowlicks sprouting from my scalp,
A bitter Christmas morning after a foot of snow last night. I shovel the sidewalk and make my way to the bird feeder. Before I can fill it, the wrens
Every once in awhile over the last 40 years Ralph wondered what might have happened to the guy who had moved in with the mother
Fifty years ago Jane got on a plane and flew away without saying good-bye. Her parents took her, I know.
In the fourth grade too many moons ago a reassuring teacher looked over my shoulder and said not to worry about
I never think about bison. After all, I live in St. Louis, why should I? But when I went hunting for quail in Montana
Drive around almost any city and you will find the homeless napping on a bench. Folks who drive to church on Sund… often view the homeless as litter
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
I no longer put things back where they belong. I can’t remember where they came from never mind where