Before dawn Bill stoops under crimson leaves of the low-hanging Japanese Maple

Fifty years ago Jane got on a plane and flew away without saying good-bye. Her parents took her, I know.

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.

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

Dad, happy to see you’re taking a nap. I’m down at the pier so give me a shout when you wake up

In the fourth grade too many moons ago a reassuring teacher looked over my shoulder and said not to worry about

Underneath the feeder black juncos write hieroglyphics in the snow. Two cardinals arrive In a flash of red. They add

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…

Robin on the lawn. Three hops and stops to listen. Somewhere must be spring. Donal Mahoney

America has had presidents who will be remembered as much for what they said as for what they did. Americans will never forget

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...

Do you remember how to tie a Windsor knot the way your father taught you on graduation day in eighth grade

Sometimes a person can go too far, Mickey said, two stools over downing another beer,

I turn on the news to see who won the game last night but first the scores from hot spots in the city. Two people are killed

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.