They were refugees, too, back in the Forties, settled in Chicago, learned English, some a lot, some a little,
Bill’s a conservative upset that Meals on Wheels and Medicaid face possible cuts in America’s budget. He yells to colleagues
When she leaves the room when will she be back When she leaves the house how long will she be gone When she must go out of town
A boy, maybe 5, dancing in the candy aisle of a megastore at 6 a.m., a month before Hallowee… is overjoyed by the harvest on every shelf, his caramel skin
And so I’ll tell old Max, and maybe he will listen, it’s time to call the plumber in and tell him,
There are good souls who say poverty need not always be with us who say there’s a way to make it disappear
Many years later when I meet her… on my way out of the Russian Tea… I notice how beautiful she is dini… a man more attentive than I was ba… But I see chaos dancing in her ey…
When my neighbor told me over the fence a month ago the doctor said she had two years to live,
Ruth’s at an age where she’s happy to sit in the sun under a patio umbrella and watch a line of ants
Take it from Martin, if you live in an old house, as much as you love it, bad things happen Despite maintenance,
Hearts are stopping faster than usual among people I know and people I don’t married to other people
No youngster himself, Fred often… “There are always preludes to hell… For Fred one of those preludes is… the things in life Fred can’t fix.… Another prelude is paying the trad…
twenty-four houses on the same block everyone inside milling about one lost a job
Autumn and the leaves, crisp in the swirling air, are pheasant wings once more Donal Mahoney
The widow hires four men to rip out her lovely garden. She’s too old to weed it. All the roses will go to the young bride across