Rose was a plain girl from a small town. She sang in the choir, never missed Bible study, left for the big city

I found an old friend in a cardboard box in the basement where I left him forty years ago.

I like to watch master chefs on television do their thing. My favorite is Jacques Pépin when he has to chop an onion. No one chops an onion faster.

Fred jerks back in his recliner as his wife puts him on the spot and asks his opinion about a dress she bought on sale at a fancy place for a great price…

I get an email every day from a man I don’t know and doesn’t know me. Many people receive blind copies of his emails.

Day and night preachers hawk the Message of the Cross on television. Once a month they pause and beg for money for

Some things can’t be fixed any other way says Bill in his bedroom on the third floor hoping to get some sleep

On holidays I hear from Paul, who’s 80 if a day, who may have won his war on poverty without help from his friends. He won’t accept a cent.

There are a lot of people like me neither rich nor poor, idling in the middle who have never wante… for anything in our lives. We were reared by parents

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

We’re equal we agree in the eyes of someone Fred says isn’t there and I say is and we agree

Ringing in the ears has no cure. It’s called tinnitus and you can pronounce it the way it looks or the way

I was warm and toasty, curled up, napping in amniotic fluid, without a worry when suddenly

Someday you’ll be in bed dying like I am now and people you love and some you don’t will come by to say good-bye. They don’t know what to say because we’re all amat…