She’s at a flower show miles away arranging roses in a vase very carefully.
The old priest who won’t retire despite his bishop’s hints rides his bike around the parish every day for exercise. He waves and smiles at everyone
If you arrive too early at the public library and stand on the steps with Mabel till the doors open
Hearts are stopping faster than usual among people I know and people I don’t married to other people
Underneath the feeder black juncos write hieroglyphics in the snow. Two cardinals arrive In a flash of red. They add
He doesn’t have to prove anything to me. The Holy Spirit, that is. I’ve always known He’s there, from childhood on, even if I ignored Him for many years. But like others growing older, ...
Let’s look at him from his point o… living as he does in a penthouse on top of a building bearing his n… riding an elevator down a few floo… to an office where he oversees
You’re glad when the holidays are over and everyone’s gone home and the ribbons and wrappings are balled up in the garbage.
Standing in line behind a father and his little boy waiting to reach the register
The teacher tells the third grade the order of the seasons cannot be changed. Summer, fall, winter, spring arrive in order, then start over.
There are pockets of them everywhere, quiet and discreet. Usually they meet once a week
A lovely neighborhood this Sunday afternoon is rocked again by random gunshots. The shots make Bertha wonder, as she sips tea in her old rocker,
In a storefront laundry on North Clark Street brown draperies release this quiet man who has my shirts.
You think he’d be more grateful. Neither rich nor poor he’s never wanted for anything. He’s always had what he needs but never had any gratitude
You can learn a lot, both true and false, in a dingy all-night diner where old men gather at a table in back