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.

Red, yellow, brown work well together in a portrait of society. Add black, no problem. But if we remove the red,

Young Tim goes to Zaire to write his dissertation in African Studies. While there he meets and marries a beautiful librarian

Being poor on our patch of land was better than being poor all the years I’ve lived in the ci… We had a couple of cows, a rooster and seven hens.

Neighbors were happy to see Fred and Opal come back for the annual block party. Old Bill asked Fred why they moved and Fred said

Something’s still bright when a widow dies and her son flies in gives her body to science has the movers

Through the window I see the sun fire up for the last time today. There are jays in the trees near the meadow,

You can learn a lot, both true and false, in a dingy all-night diner where old men gather at a table in back

We write the stories of our lives between the bookends of birth and death They stay on the shelf

I told my son now that he’s a father he has to be careful about what he says around his child. No swearing, of course,

She walks the rack of bright frock… as her husband, an Angus aging, paws at the carpet behind her. She wants the right dress to make verdant again the hills

He’s at least 70 now and has never forgotten his childhood. He lives with that child every day… He remembers that Thanksgiving Da… his family had parched field corn

You start by throwing things out packing things that will fit in a smaller place, selling stuff that won’t, ignoring the birds because the seed’s run out