If smiles had echoes all the world would hear Grandma’s bouncing off the stars Donal Mahoney
It’s Monday not Sunday and the frail lady in black is the only person in the pews. She walked in with
The haberdasher has that season of the year he rids his racks, his bins of oddments. I have no season of the year
Despite the digital holocaust of computers and cell phones, Newberry Library remains the Vatican of books with the right sounds,
I turn the porch light on because it’s dark when I go out to find the morning paper. It’s still dark when I start back but when I’m on the porch I reach
Homer’s a chair arranger who works in meeting rooms on 30 floors in a building tall as Trump Tower. At least it looks that tall to him
Were she here with me now, by the waist I would raise her, a chalice of wonder. I’d bellow hosannas and whirl her around,
He’s Brad and he’s captain of the football team. He’s been chosen prom king and has a scholarship to college. Everything’s going well for him
Midnight in San Francisco. Yoshiko is 93 and she can’t sleep so she sits in her recliner and nibbles on a rice cake,
Thirty years ago, long before ISIS started executing Kurds, Muslims and Christians, I hired a Pakistani Muslim as an art director in Chicago. I was an Irish Catholic editor putting out ...
If you arrive too early at the public library and stand on the steps with Mabel till the doors open
You think he’d be more grateful. Neither rich nor poor he’s never wanted for anything. He’s always had what he needs but never had any gratitude
For years Rocky’s Diner had always done a great business for breakfast and lunch but his dinner business had fallen off recently as folks moved to the suburbs, got married, died or simp...
When the president speaks from the podium and mentions the 20 children shot to death at Sandy Hook by a lunatic with a rifle,
This traveling salesman has worn out six vans in 40 years and he hopes to retire soon. Age and illness
