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

Solid middle class he is always has been always will be until tomorrow on the highway

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

“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

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

They laugh at him because he’s weak by their standards but they don’t realize they’ve signed a

There’s a moral to this story. Police in St. Louis have arrested a teen for felony auto theft. They asked her why she did it. She said the owners didn’t

Cookies for George, 40 years back from Viet Nam, are the only payment the man will accept to mow your lawn,

Dad, happy to see you’re taking a nap. I’m down at the pier so give me a shout when you wake up

On the road all week finally it’s Friday and he’s almost home so he calls his wife and says it will be

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.

A mountain man is Fillmore but there are no mountains where Fillmore lives deep in a hollow. He’s never had a job

When we were kids growing up in the city we had prairies and a little hill and we’d put Stevie

The others, of course, are more ra… but less apt to show it. Whenever I strike, I never romp o… I stand with the wrist that I’ve… from the lady locked in my teeth