No, Freddie can’t say he mourned when his father died and his father’s third wife found Freddie’s number and gave him a call to give him the news. His father had been responsible, worke...
We worry so much because we’re nice people. We want to find a way to feed the poor house the poor
Grandma Gretchen’s in her rocker and she has something to say. She tells a visitor, a young man from the city, if he plans to write a book about life on a farm in the Fifties, he likely...
Mae mailed Christmas cards today, fewer again this year because death has made her address book a skeleton. She has a son in Russia
Planned Parenthood surgeons deplored the murder of Cecil the Lion. They wonder how a
Sometimes she sits there and listens to him. Sometimes he sits there and listens to her. Sometimes they know
In 1962 my father toiled in Quinc… two weeks, no more, and saw no blacks except for two young ladies who moved like swans
After services on Sunday the old Marlboro man puts his Bible under his arm and talks to his pastor through a hole in his neck.
Phil doesn’t go to church but after midnight he enjoys watching preachers on TV swing their bibles in the air, march across the stage, yell
Millie on crutches in the day room tells Fred on his walker to find him.
Far from the city way out in the country a hot afternoon in high summer as we drive down a bumpy road bouncing one mail box past
Do I write in the third person or only in the first? Do my ideas reign supreme or do other ideas work as well? Do I know I’m always right
A tractor trailer with slats and m… pulls up at a city slaughterhouse. The driver pulls the wrong lever and two thousand pounds of trotting cattle go for an easy
You would think you would love a man who died for you and for everyone else, even those who will never know that he did.
How are things, Adolph? This is Brian, from NBC. Thanks for the interview. It will air in September if the network brings me back.