Midnight in San Francisco. Yoshiko is 93 and she can’t sleep so she sits in her recliner and nibbles on a rice cake,

It’s not de rigueur to believe he’s there behind the sun, the stars, the moon watching us

After the Spring rain a dove on a Dogwood branch preens like a starlet

Redbud and dogwood have blossomed above the tulips and jonquils wher… Alice’s house used to be. A possum and raccoon nose around where the garage was before the to…

Many years ago Miriam’s parents took the kids for the weekend while she and Jack motored north to fish for trout in Montana at Miriam’s request.

Willie has mixed emotions about homeless Syrians coming to America but his wife Millie says we should take them in.

Cookies for George, 40 years back from Viet Nam, are the only payment the man will accept to mow your lawn,

Hearts are stopping faster than usual among people I know and people I don’t married to other people

All that hair trapped in a braid silver to the waist Opal this morning nude in the mirror

That my parents were Irish immigrants is probably the most significant factor in my writing life. The English expelled my father from Ireland around 1920 at age 18 or so for running gun...

Jack’s a widower. His wife died years ago so every year he takes a plane and helps his mother decorate his childhood home for Christmas.

Wally read something he thought good advice for those who lose the race. “Make friends of the

In 1958 Elmer’s was the only high school in his county that had been integrated. Basketball was the big sport. People in the little town filled the gym every Tuesday and Friday. They ro...

A neighbor lady I hadn’t seen in a year I heard was bedridden. Her former husband dropped by, asked if I’d to take in her trash… when I brought in my own.