They’re getting older, five brothers and sisters, all with degrees, jobs, families, nice homes, good lives, happier than most except when they must

Let’s not worry about it, Dearie, life gets better, life gets worse. We’re no different than the seasons of the year except we’re luckier than most having

There’s nothing wrong with you. We both know this is true but there’s something wrong with m… and you know what that is. It’s the elephant in the room

They’re the oldest couple my wife and I know and we’re no pups either. Peter out for a walk leans on his cane often

As autumn turns colder there’s only one moth fluttering at midnight around the porch light. He’s the last of the flock

The editor of the school paper came at the appointed hour and found the old poet in his backyard alert in a lawn chair with a

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.

When I was in grammar school I knew it was Wednesday when I looked out the window and saw across the street three trash cans at the curb

The bog above Bob Gordon’s bog is where they found the body of an older man floating like a canoe among the lily pads. He was covered with crustaceans.

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

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

Fred and Martha have always voted the same way since their marriage long ago but not this time and Fred wondered why Martha was voting the other way

In a long marriage couples communicate in so many ways, often in silence. In recent years I rise very early and now leave post-it notes

It may have been the devil himself who prompted the kids in my schoolyard back in 1947 to chant “Patsy Foley’s roly-poly from eating too much ravioli.” At first, no one could remember w...