There never was anyone like Ali between the ropes or facing the public. In the ring and out
They’re widows, old and gray, bent over a quilting frame, sewing to meet a deadline for the next raffle
In 1962, I was a caseworker, not a social worker, in the Cabrini-Green Housing Project in Chicago. In that era, the difference between a caseworker and a social worker was simple. A soc...
Lightning bolts in childhood can scar the soul forever. They’re a satanic baptism when the minister’s your father, mother, brother, sister,
It took awhile to find Osama. It will take awhile to find the Briton with his knife in the desert of Iraq. They may bring him back
They’re the oldest couple my wife and I know and we’re no pups either. Peter out for a walk leans on his cane often
Someone broke in the house the weekend the elderly couple was out of town, a family thing. The TV, the couch and computer were gone.
Technology is wonderful, especially in medicine, Elmo told Opal, the day their son Brett called to tell them the good news. The doctor had told Brett and Debbie their first child would ...
Tattoos were anathema in ‘52 on any man who got one after an all-night drunk or to impress a girlfriend. But not a word was spoken to
When a writer lacks verbs and nouns he’s the victim of writer’s block. His mind may house
I’m amazed at the difference between my friend and me. His response to life is so different from mine. I live deep in the city
You would think you would love a man who died for you and for everyone else, even those who will never know that he did.
Fuzzy wasn’t my cat although I fed him every morning at four o’clock for 10 years. He was my wife’s cat, loved to sit on her lap, be petted, jump down and rub his head against her feet....
They laugh at him because he’s weak by their standards but they don’t realize they’ve signed a
Deep in the city where the poor wait for the Second Coming suicide is uncommon. No one leaps off skyscrapers
