Bug no bigger than a comma scales the wall next to my recliner. He’s climbing

Things reach a certain age, an age at which things don’t work the way they once did. The battery in your car,

A minister’s son married a deacon’s daughter after a long courtship. It was difficult at times doing everything right

They’re usually poor people, sometimes considered the flotsam of society, always in the way at the grocery store,

Beautiful fall day in a potter’s field outside a small town. A funeral is underway but that doesn’t stop

Years ago Rodney King, after his beating in LA, softly asked America, “People, can we all just get along? Can we stop

He remembers loving her lost in an orchard peaches, pears, apricots falling on his head every day

One, a nun, has her transfer in her hand. She’s silently praying. Another, a hooker, has her income in her purse.

My wife’s upset because I won’t answer the phone in the middle of the night even though the phone’s on my side of the bed.

In a very crowded bar Fred decides he must tell this fellow something important so he whispers

It’s Monday not Sunday and the frail lady in black is the only person in the pews. She walked in with

With a smile, the POTUS tangoes in Argentina while in Belgium and the rest of the World people try not to cry.

Deep into a warm winter the Japanese red maple keeps her crown of brilliant leaves as if to prove to the evergreens especially that big blue spruce

No Supper for a Year My wife looks out the kitchen wind… and tells me the starlings are bac… the same big flock as yesterday strolling around our yard