The tale’s a parable and it scares Bill more than any creepy clown hiding behind a tree
A little boy from the city down on the farm for a day wanders away to look at the sheep and finds a bull
Little Nora and Grandpa Bill sit on swings in Grandma’s garden. A hummingbird arrives to sample the brilliant flowers at this buff… Grandpa Bill sees a teaching mome…
You think he’d be more grateful. Neither rich nor poor he’s never wanted for anything. He’s always had what he needs but never had any gratitude
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...
If America is lucky it might still happen. That lawsuit about the university accused of bilking students might go to trial and the accused
I told my guest it’s just a poem doesn’t mean a thing a salad tossed with colors bright
He lives at the edge of a forest and loves all the different trees. He comes to the city for food and basic necessities. He hates the long drive
Gram tells Stella on the phone her neighborhood is full of old fo… She hasn’t seen Stella in 60 year… and won’t see her again because of the canyon of miles between the…
He slaughters his hamburger steak with a fork and a butter knife, massacres ringlets of onions again and again thumps catsup all over
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...
When we were kids growing up in the city we had prairies and a little hill and we’d put Stevie
There are pockets of them everywhere, quiet and discreet. Usually they meet once a week
In a very crowded bar Fred decides he must tell this fellow something important so he whispers
In a life with many valleys and a few mountaintops Alvin has met many people he thought were normal and others he thought not.