I wish he had never come out from behind the stove, that spider I stepped on at 4 a.m. He was a big one bothering no one.
He publishes poems by writers who find no publishers elsewhere. They suffer rejection and he gives them hope.
They never held hands when they were a couple young and newly married as much in love as they were planning a wonderful life.
The old priest who won’t retire despite his bishop’s hints rides his bike around the parish every day for exercise. He waves and smiles at everyone
The other day I was talking to a neighbor who said he has found a way to help the poor and improve our environment simultaneously. It’s no secret, he said, that we have a dire food shor...
A rainy Sunday and Pastor Smith is in his pulpit bellowing to the congregation, “I hope you understand
First time seeing this doctor, a specialist. Took a month to get an appointment. The waiting room’s packed. I grab the last seat
Many years ago Miriam’s parents took the kids for the weekend while she and Jack motored north to fish for trout in Montana at Miriam’s request.
The mug of tea I drank at dawn, the tea that drove me to the train needs a refill.
Melanie cried for hours the day a drunk driver ran over her dog a week after she had an abortion. She loved that dog so much she told her mother she knew
Where did it go? I really don’t know. I lost it weeks ago in the middle of the night. Too tired to get up.
She’s at a flower show miles away arranging roses in a vase very carefully.
Let’s check the terminal and see what jobs might be available to match your skill set, the interviewer said. The young man
Old Tim drove 600 miles back home to his shed in the woods a month after burying his wife up north in the city where they me… more than 60 years ago.
A poor man comes to the door after the storm last winter and asks if he can have something to eat if he shovels the walk. You say forget about the snow.