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

Born at the foot of the mountain what will you do? You have time to decide but some die young.

Like the poor the sparrows we will always have with us, my neighbor lady tells me as she feeds the birds

It’s a simple procedure I’ve done for years many times a day. You’ll go home this afternoon, take it easy over the weekend,

Spring will eventually arrive, Tom tells his youngest daughter looking out the window at the snow… Take heart, he tells her, and listen for the blue jays when

They’ve been here for years two blue jays who live in our yard year round. In winter they’re silent at the feeder but screeching

No, Freddie can’t say he mourned when his father died and his father’s third wife found Freddie’s number and gave him a call to give him the news. His father had been responsible, worke...

I was very small the day they bombed Pearl Harbor but I remember my mother dashing around the kitchen saying nothing to me

Where I live the press says teen use of heroin is epidemic. I thought an epidemic was a widespread disease afflicting thousands caught in

Sometimes she sits there and listens to him. Sometimes he sits there and listens to her. Sometimes they know

Deep in the city where the poor wait for the Second Coming suicide is uncommon. No one leaps off skyscrapers

Inseparable they are, landing one after another on the ground under the bird feeder two mourning doves

Next to me on the train going home to the suburbs is another guy stuck in a suit reading his paper, a normal-looking guy