When I was eight I jumped off a roof as if I had a parachute and broke a leg. He was there when I landed,

It was stupid of Walt not to show it to Joan before they got married but he was too shy. He had no idea

On a clear day in the day room he will tell anyone he has had an askew life. When he was a small boy out for a Sunday walk

The weekday Mass at 6 a.m. brings old folks out from bungalows around the church. They move like caterpillars

The teacher tells the third grade the order of the seasons cannot be changed. Summer, fall, winter, spring arrive in order, then start over.

One by one young nurses crisp in their white caps bring the old folks out crumpled in their wheelchairs from this towering building

It started with a smirk she managed to arrest. It returned seconds later in a sneer she pulled back but then it appeared again

A bitter Christmas morning after a foot of snow last night. I shovel the sidewalk and make my way to the bird feeder. Before I can fill it, the wrens

I should have said yes, meet you anywhere you want for lunch, even that greasy spoon with the lousy chili and corn dogs… Every five years or so we meet

Tim Murnane was born to parents who lived in a small brick bungalow in a lower-middle class neighborhood in Chicago. His father worked as an electrician for Commonwealth Edison Company ...

I learned a murmuration is a flock of starlings whirling and turning in the sky, changing directions in a second, flying back again, blackening

A notice appeared in the paper recently with the names and faces of eight men who have a combined wealth of $426 billion. According to Oxfam International, in 2015 this would have equal...

You can learn a lot, both true and false, in a dingy all-night diner where old men gather at a table in back