Miyuki is old enough to have been a child during World War II. Indeed, some of her students are that old as well but they are eager to learn and listen to her carefully. She is a teache...
When Fred was a boy, he heard his… talk about Grandpa going to town d… to sell the bounty of his harvest. On his farm he had eggs, butter an… vegetables and meat. He’d buy suga…
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…
White privilege it’s called and re… I learned its name although I’ve… white as a sheet for decades. Like breathing and eating I take white privilege for granted.
It’s one thing to work in an office because your skills say you must. It’s another to want to hang out with
It’s climate change, the professor says, that’s causing all the hurricanes and floods, wildfires and tornadoes,
Dad hit me only once, an uppercut to the solar plexus. It nearly lifted me off my feet. I was 17 then and already fairly tall, 6’1.” He was 48 and of medium height, 5’8,” a fireplug who...
The weekday Mass at 6 a.m. brings old folks out from bungalows around the church. They move like caterpillars
Wally made the long drive home from vacation on Election Day because he wanted to vote. He went for a jog and then to the… and cast his vote for his candidat…
You’re standing on a window ledge on the 50th floor of your building… It’s Valentine’s Day in Manhatta… clouds cruising, sun everywhere, a nice breeze tossing your hair,
Lamentations loud amid the tears following Orlando. Another call to take guns from people
Being bipolar isn’t easy but it’s tougher when you’re poor and have to walk rather than ride
We’re upset when vandals desecrate a cemetery and disrespect the dead not so much when doctors vandalize the womb
The beauty of gray I never noticed until the other day I saw this mockingbird, a quiet beauty in gray,
A boy, maybe 5, dancing in the candy aisle of a megastore at 6 a.m., a month before Hallowee… is overjoyed by the harvest on every shelf, his caramel skin