Widow in a rocker pets her calico cat long strokes slowly. With the cat purring and the widow humming
My father never talked much about religion but he went to Mass every Sunday, the 6:30 Mass where few people would be and he wouldn’t have to deal with friends and neighbors. His contrib...
A rainy Sunday and Pastor Smith is in his pulpit bellowing to the congregation, “I hope you understand
Two doves on a telephone wire wait tor the blue jays to finish e… bread put out for the birds. When the jays arrived, sparrows fled into the trees
They’re in the kitchen, drinking coffee, the kids, in their fifties now, figuring out what to do about Dad who’s
When the dogwoods bloom pink and white blossoms create canopies of joy. Donal Mahoney
Snow on Christmas Day. As I walk out with bird seed birds cry Santa’s here. Donal Mahoney
Dive under any skirt that floats your way, Amish or otherwise, metaphorically speaking.
Another day at the zoo and Wally’s new job was to feed the ap… Old Stanley had fed the apes for 40 years and loved the job but told Wally he was retiring.
Bill would come every Sunday to his mother’s house after a tough divorce. He’d bring his laundry for his mother to do and then he’d devour the roast beef dinner she always made for him....
The ancient man with raspberry hives on his cheeks since childhood will live alone
Heaven’s Sake or maybe Hell No. Even if we weigh a ton our body’s not a problem
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 ...
They’re widows, old and gray, bent over a quilting frame, sewing to meet a deadline for the next raffle
When she leaves the room when will she be back When she leaves the house how long will she be gone When she must go out of town