Linda’s an animal person who puts her money where her mouth is, owns a ranch outside the city and takes in kittens, puppies, birds that

He slaughters his hamburger steak with a fork and a butter knife, massacres ringlets of onions again and again thumps catsup all over

Miss Goody Two-Shoes’ sweaters aren’t too tight, skirts aren’t too straight and heels aren’t too high. She’s a swan gliding

For years leprechauns lived under Pop’s fedora. They danced jigs on his head when he wore it and hid in his ears

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

They’re in the kitchen, drinking coffee, the kids, in their fifties now, figuring out what to do about Dad who’s

I was out of control, spinning on the whirligig of youth, giddy to be caught in what Kerouac called “the whole mad swirl

He’s supposed to be a feral cat and I’d never tell him otherwise but when my wife goes shopping he waits hours for her patiently on his haunches

November’s lovely in the rain, she… from her rocker near the window to no one in particular although the butler’s waiting for her groce… having walked her Pekingese.

It’s a 50th anniversary dinner for Bernie and Blanche at the Elk… After dessert Blanche grabs the m… and primes the crowd by announcing… “Fifty year’s we’ve been married

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

So this Mick on the next stool, who’s as serious as Yeats but looks like Wilde, stares at me, with eyes crossed,

Odd fellow who does odd jobs in the neighborhood four seasons of the year has disappeared in high summer and his customers are nervous.

I understand what you mean when you say you’re alone and hope someone rings your bell day or night but that’s not the case with me.