Story in the paper this morning almost ruined breakfast. In a rural county far from where… the natives shoot stray dogs on si… In my city, an agency picks up str…

You think you got problems? You probably do but would you trade with Phillip, a Vietnam vet who still thinks Agent Orange lurks in

“Quiet, please,” I tell her, “I want to hear the music.” She is sitting next to me again, this time on a paisley couch, a woman in a lime bikini I met

In the summer of 1956, any Saturday at midnight when the moon was full and the stars were bright, you would see Grandma Groth

It’s time to leave the man alone. He’s getting old, his wife says. He’s really slowing down. He’s always been a man occupied with one thing

The weather report the night before said a foot of snow maybe more, heavy and wet.

Ginny didn’t know if it was a large pond or a small lake in the middle of the beautiful park where she had been hired right after high school to help with maintenance of the grounds. No...

There are poems everywhere but you have to find them, a teacher told my class long ago. I was a kid sitting at a desk, cowlicks sprouting from my scalp,

On their honeymoon he asked her not to sit down. Might bruise the peaches. Donal Mahoney

Bill would come every Sunday to his mother’s house after a tough divorce. He’d bring his laundry for his mother to do and then he’d devour the roast beef dinner she always made for him....

A rainy Sunday and Pastor Smith is in his pulpit bellowing to the congregation, “I hope you understand

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

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