We are to each other now many decades later what we were the day we got married, a couple at the kitchen table on

The priest had been here earlier a… and relatives and friends in singl… “Sorry for your troubles,” one by… bending over Maggie Murphy, silen… a foot or so from Paddy, resplende…

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....

I learned a murmuration is a flock of starlings whirling and turning in the sky, changing directions in a second, flying back again, blackening

Dubville used to be a quiet town, not that much was going on. The young would move to the city after high school… The elderly would stay because

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…

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.

It’s midnight and I’m too tired to stroll in my Wall Street garden to check on the nightlife among the flowers

This morning I woke up early feelin’ good, feelin’ the way I felt 50 years ago, no aches, no pains, can’t wait to shower, hop on the El, go back to work,

A group of older men gather once a week to talk about life after a heart attack. Old Len chews tobacco still and tells jokes in a voice so low

Through the window I see the sun fire up for the last time today. There are jays in the trees near the meadow,

Blooming for one day a lily welcomes the sun. Bumblebees drop in. Donal Mahoney

The blind artist paints life as he wants it to be a tranquil sky a big sun smiling everyone laughing.

Harvey has a special room in the basement that’s always lock… He keeps a safe there, some antiqu… and family memorabilia he fears midnight thieves might steal.