He often got bored with her hobby… but this weekend he looks forward… hours of cooking shows on televisi… while he talks with her about her… He finally accepts that she is dyi…

It’s a kindergarten soccer team and Jack’s the biggest kid. His father is the coach. The team is undefeated but there’s a problem

Sometimes you sit for days sucking yourself in praying the right words will fall in your ear toboggan over the whorls

No red kettles and bells this December outside the stores at the mall in our suburbs this year. They irritate shoppers,

Mae mailed Christmas cards today, fewer again this year because death has made her address book a skeleton. She has a son in Russia

An odd bobcat my father was looked more like a Siamese asleep in his recliner

What if your parents had never met had never married had never yelled at each other

From my stool in the diner I watc… the old woman with elm tree arms command the big booth in back and roar for a menu, take a half hour to read it

I was out of control, spinning on the whirligig of youth, giddy to be caught in what Kerouac called “the whole mad swirl

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,

You had to have a Schwinn to lead this pack of boys riding bikes full speed baking under the Chicago sun laughing after senior year

Other than death there’s no way to escape them unless you’re a hummingbird

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

Fifty years ago Jane got on a plane and flew away without saying good-bye. Her parents took her, I know.