Sleet on the turnpike in the middle of the night but I keep driving, both hands on the wheel, nowhere to pull off,

Heaven’s Sake or maybe Hell No. Even if we weigh a ton our body’s not a problem

Married 60 years Fred and Daisy still are very different people. All day long they hide their differences to make

You’re an old man in a nice suit and tie out with your wife at a fancy function with nice people

After Saturday tennis I came home took a nap and woke up dizzy had trouble walking. My balance was off so I went to bed and slept 20 hours

Praise for Him coming from us is like the bark of a terrier at the foot of his master

Harvey at 80 is losing his hearing. He can’t hear his wife when she talks, a symphony lost.

Used to be she’d tell him what to get at the grocery store and he always brought it back. Now she makes a list.

Sarah makes sandwiches all day, piling meat and trimmings high on pillowy bread she spreads apart before her customers’ eyes. Hardworking men love her sandwiche…

All lives matter now unless they’re inconvenient. No room in the womb. Donal Mahoney

Old Tim writes poetry now in his heaven of retirement. He’s had nice jobs over the years but swears retirement is better.

Fred’s not a hunter but Animus is a beast he’d hunt down and kill and mount on his wall if he had a clear shot

On a clear day in the day room he will tell anyone he has had an askew life. When he was a small boy out for a Sunday walk

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 two weeks I spent in that small town on assignment, I saw no blacks except for two older women regal in every way,