You never know who’ll be there though folks are dying to get in. Then suddenly you’re at the door, hat in hand,
They were always close Mom and Faye No father around Mom painted flowers Faye planted them
After Saturday tennis I came home took a nap and woke up dizzy had trouble walking. My balance was off so I went to bed and slept 20 hours
It’s Monday not Sunday and the frail lady in black is the only person in the pews. She walked in with
It’s Rocky’s Diner but it’s Brenda’s counter, been that way for 10 years. Brenda has her regulars who want the Special of the Day.
They were refugees, too, back in the Forties, settled in Chicago, learned English, some a lot, some a little,
It isn’t a flophouse where Fred lives now but he calls it that a month after moving in and seeing his fellow
A gray summer day the sun is on vacation sunflowers hang their heads Donal Mahoney
My wife’s amazed when I station myself at the computer writing this or that despite a hound dog
A long time ago you bothered him somehow. Since then he has bothered you back. You don’t know how or
When will you understand it’s all about me. The world we live in whirls around my axis. Once you understand
She speaks the truth as she always has in 40 years of marriage especially when she’s lost in making dinner
Granny watches nature in the city from her window after the nurse takes her tray away. She likes to watch the bird feeder grandson Ahmad hung for cardinals,
Elmer’s an old stag now shedding antlers snorting among the trees but sometimes Martha after her shower
One has to be careful campaigning door-to-door. One doesn’t know who’s behind any door. Could be someone