Wonder Woman they call Sylvia, who excels at raising money to put child abusers in prison. The money she raises allows attorneys to prosecute
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.
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
My boss has a problem with God or rather a problem with me because I believe in God and he doesn’t. Or so we discover
My mother always said my father was a little odd and she lived wit… all those years and should have kn… When we were small my sister and… knew he was different. No other fa…
It was a mistake to take home economics out of the curriculum at so many high schools, says Wally, a retired teacher who has an ongoing interest in education. He taught high school for ...
Vacillating Benny, an ancient che… now retired from Monsanto, must de… if a poem his friend Ron has sent… is good enough for his hobby journ… Benny finally decides to let the p…
Next to me on the train going home to the suburbs is another guy stuck in a suit reading his paper, a normal-looking guy
Pete’s never needed anything from childhood on. His parents had it all and gave it to him so it’s hard for him to understand why
The haberdasher has that season of the year he rids his racks, his bins of oddments. I have no season of the year
Almost toothless now, old Romeo puts his Bible down, relaxes in his rocker, pours brandy in his snifter and scribbles in his ledger
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...
I have an old friend who was told some time ago he had six months to live. We live far apart now and he told me about this in an email shortly after the doctor told him. The six months ...
The late Justice Scalia, a strict conservative on the Supreme Court, would have voted in favor of prayer
We write the stories of our lives between the bookends of birth and death They stay on the shelf