You take care now, Harold, and don’t slip on the ice looking for a good bookstore on the streets of Chicago. Print is dead, Harold,
Sleet on the turnpike in the middle of the night but I keep driving, both hands on the wheel, nowhere to pull off,
Tea in the afternoon with his wife of many years is usually peaceful, Hubert thinks before he makes his announcement. Then he says it. “I’m going upstairs,” Hubert tells Ruth as he hois...
I’m on my way to Larry’s Place, a food pantry in the city. I park a block away because parking in front of Larry’s isn’t wise even if one drives
He often got bored with her hobby… but this weekend he looks forward… hours of cooking shows on televisi… while he talks with her about her… He finally accepts that she is dyi…
They’re widows, old and gray, bent over a quilting frame, sewing to meet a deadline for the next raffle
Although we’ll never again be body to body or mind to mind, you and the place and the years are alive every night in the lette… I’ve stored in my room.
In the woods soft snow falls on the first day of spring. Two daffodils laugh. Donal Mahoney
She was just an old lady who lived next door. I’d wave and smile and give a nice hello but nothing more.
Married 60 years Fred and Daisy still are very different people. All day long they hide their differences to make
Sometimes you sit for days sucking yourself in praying the right words will fall in your ear toboggan over the whorls
When Bill goes home to the church of his youth he finds things are different. They don’t sing “Amazing Grace” the way they did when he was
Niagara Falls her silver hair so long it bounces off the swan
It’s a kindergarten soccer team and Jack’s the biggest kid. His father is the coach. The team is undefeated but there’s a problem
They were always close Mom and Faye No father around Mom painted flowers Faye planted them