In a storefront laundry on North Clark Street brown draperies release this quiet man who has my shirts.

Loud preacher bellows on Sunday what a silent praying mantis knows Donal Mahoney

Memories never go away. They’re visitors from yesterday arriving unannounced often to a mixed reception. Faces aren’t clear but

Middle of the night someone’s in the house. Can’t be the wife asleep next to you. She’ll be mad

For years Willie has saved his mo… investing it in stocks and bonds, waiting to sit in his recliner each quarter with a martini reviewing his profits.

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

My mother always said my father was a little odd and she lived wit… all those years and should have kn… When we were small my sister and… knew he was different. No other fa…

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

I saw Al once a month for 30 years, maybe more, doing business together. He retired to hunt bear in Alaska, hook Tarpon

Millicent was the daughter who danced ballet and sang until she met Butchie on a rainy day. He was in coveralls and cowboy hat and fixed

Cardinals bicker and knock seed from the feeder. Doves parade below. Donal Mahoney

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...

The teacher tells the third grade the order of the seasons cannot be changed. Summer, fall, winter, spring arrive in order, then start over.

We’re all salmon swimming upstream until the job’s done. Some of us know it and some of us don’t.