If I owned a magazine I’d publish folks who agree with me as long as they remained abstract,
The tale’s a parable and it scares Bill more than any creepy clown hiding behind a tree
Someone has to cut the grass Molly tells Bill dozing off in his recliner too weary to cut it. For years a vet from Vietnam
There’s a glorious sound system no… in the restored train depot where… from all over the nation once took… train to Camp Breckinridge before taking a plane to Korea.
Thirty years later, Dad came back and we met for Ham and Yams at To… Pouring his tea, he told me he had to restore power once at a newspaper warehouse
Willie in his 80s now hadn’t made sense in years. His wife understood his grunts from the recliner where she propped him up
Sometimes a woman leaves a man for another man or just leaves. Sometimes a woman
The hands on the atomic clock upstairs finally stopped spinning. As you know, my dear, the hands have been spinning for two weeks. This morning the clock stopped
When you’re a pharmacist you don’t ask customers how they’re doing. You know from the meds they pick up
how does one handle nude on the beach extremities starfished almost asleep how does one handle
Some folks have a problem with aut… legitimate and otherwise, and I ha… a lifetime festering in that group… An event in youth convinced me tha… big people are no different than l…
I started reading the paper early in grammar school to find the sports scores. It was fun for a child hoping to play
Six men were sitting at the table in the Day Room, as they call it, at the Whitehall Rest Home. They were playing poker and they had a newcomer in their midst. It was Bill, a retired fa...
His wife takes him to dinner as she always does on his birthday wearing bright red lipstick, a color she detests but he likes.
Never speak ill of the dead, his father always said, and his father was a pastor who preached from the pulpit. That’s why whenever
