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 ...
It’s never what she says always how she says it and how she stands when she says it and what she says
Mrs. O’Malley from across the alley has another small job for my father to do which makes my mother
I bring a milkshake every other we… to an old man in a nursing home, a refugee from Germany who paid me 50 cents to cut his grass when I w… a kid in Chicago after WWII.
Pete reads a story about an artist who never sold a painting until he… and then sold one for a million do… Finding the artist on the internet… his work is just odd shapes in bri…
Cardinals bicker and knock seed from the feeder. Doves parade below. Donal Mahoney
Bug no bigger than a comma scales the wall next to my recliner. He’s climbing
The last visitor before I sleep is always the old priest puffing up the stairs to my door, a wine cask under each arm, a loaf of pumpernickel in his teet…
Fred jerks back in his recliner as his wife puts him on the spot and asks his opinion about a dress she bought on sale at a fancy place for a great price…
I tell you it’s not easy being a cat in Colorado especially on this farm where I stopped on my way to California.
Reunions can happen and leave you speechless. I’m standing at a bank of elevators in a hospital going to visit my wife
I get an email every day from a man I don’t know and doesn’t know me. Many people receive blind copies of his emails.
Every day comes praise for Him everywhere in nature a cricket chirps a wren sings
I take my wife to dinner at a fancy place for us to talk about money because stocks have a virus and we should move
Fuzzy wasn’t my cat although I fed him every morning at four o’clock for 10 years. He was my wife’s cat, loved to sit on her lap, be petted, jump down and rub his head against her feet....