Wally Anderson, father of three daughters, was not pleased after reading an email from Shelly, his eldest, a week before Father’s Day. He thought she might be coming to visit for the ho...

Covey of nuns without benefit of wimple graciously attired sport coat, turtleneck, skirt scurry through the airport

In the glow of the porch light one moth a final fandango nowhere to go

Some day soon Wall Street giants will walk on their hands never sit or sleep. They will eat

I have to hope America can trust and welcome them especially parents hiding children

A corner sentinel for 40 years, Charlie’s Diner is the only landmark in a neighborhood of blue-collar people who love their burgers thick

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

Blooming for one day a lily welcomes the sun. Bumblebees drop in. Donal Mahoney

We do our best to avoid the Zika Virus. We smack mosquitoes and avoid tanned folks just back from two weeks in the tropics.

Paul’s in his backyard on a Sunday afternoon barbecuing burgers. His wife and kids are hungry in the house.

America has no caste system but America has castes. Like every other nation America has its rich and poor with everyone else sardined

We have something in common, a fellow I talk to now and then. We’re about the same age and perhaps the only ones in the diner who think our past lives are interesting. So when the two o...

Underneath the feeder black juncos write hieroglyphics in the snow. Two cardinals arrive In a flash of red. They add

Punxsutawney Phil sees his shadow in February and says six more weeks of winter. That same day the first moth of spring lands on my storm door