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

Larry and Bob have the same birth… Their friends at the Gathering Pl… where they plan to celebrate the y… Larry says his children will take… for a nice dinner and it will be g…

Jimmy and Billy, two young men in kindergarten, went home from school every day just before noon. They lived in a small town in Nebraska, in the middle of farm country. It was the 1950s...

Alvin didn’t want to be anybody else. He didn’t want to be himself either. Money wasn’t a problem.

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

The Sixties almost killed Will, a wasted man who sobered up long enough to vote for JFK. And he’d have voted for RFK if he hadn’t been killed as well.

Easter Brunch is a big deal in the metropolis where Fred lives… Restaurants run their ads Ash Wednesday through Good Frida… Years ago brunch began at 11

Willie has mixed emotions about homeless Syrians coming to America but his wife Millie says we should take them in.

“Damn the vernal equinox! Full speed ahead!” is all that Cootie Murphy would ever say when he sat on the last stool at the end of the bar in The Stag & Doe Inn. He wouldn’t say it very ...

Sometimes you sit for days sucking yourself in praying the right words will fall in your ear toboggan over the whorls

She was about the doing not about applause canning tomatoes in summer baking pies in fall quilting winter away

Freddie and Fern were an old couple, a very old couple if truth be told, but on the matter of age, the truth seldom surfaced. Their kids were grown and gone and had families of their ow...

Pistols in holsters very early this morning. She’s wearing a bra Donal Mahoney

Fuzzy wasn’t my cat although I fed him every morning at four o’clock for 10 years. He was my wife’s cat, loved to sit on her lap, be petted, jump down and rub his head against her feet....