After the Spring rain a dove on a Dogwood branch preens like a starlet
Do you remember how to tie a Windsor knot the way your father taught you on graduation day in eighth grade
They were always close Mom and Faye No father around Mom painted flowers Faye planted them
We’ve moved my wife and I from home to the last place we’ll ever live and she wants to know why
Easter Brunch is a big deal in the metropolis where Fred lives… Restaurants run their ads Ash Wednesday through Good Frida… Years ago brunch began at 11
You never know who’ll be there though folks are dying to get in. Then suddenly you’re at the door, hat in hand,
Inferno of a summer day Mother’s dozing Tommy, tiny, three, paring knife in hand tiptoes out, flops
Newlyweds cuddle on a bench in their garden. A hummingbird pauses then enters a lily. They make love in public.
It will be a while before Fred’s hometown has its annual food drive, he told me. That’s an important event because it helps stock the pantry at the small charity where he volunteers. Ri...
There’s always something. Like the growth you found under your arm showering this morning but you decided to go
The blind artist paints life as he wants it to be a tranquil sky a big sun smiling everyone laughing.
Ducktail haircut back in the Fifties made you a rebel without a cause with all your friends.
Let’s stop the crying, Millie. It’s true our friends are dying. They’re old like you and me. Why not celebrate instead that 80 years ago you and I
Pete’s never needed anything from childhood on. His parents had it all and gave it to him so it’s hard for him to understand why
“One stall for all” is a new scenario for Wilbur. Thanks to his wife, he knew in the past the right thing to do but now he doesn’t know what