Standing in line behind a father and his little boy waiting to reach the register
The kitchens of Auschwitz are belching again. Ancient chefs, puffed hats askew, storm once more
Let me be a star and shine in places darkness dwells or let me be a bell and ring in places
Some say when daffodils shoot up Spring is here. It’s safe to put away your boots and shovels.
When Martha gets home from cooking class this afternoon, Martin will be gone after 30 years of marriage. Martha won’t know why
It’s Monday not Sunday and the frail lady in black is the only person in the pews. She walked in with
Wally made the long drive home from vacation on Election Day because he wanted to vote. He went for a jog and then to the… and cast his vote for his candidat…
The weekday Mass at 6 a.m. brings old folks out from bungalows around the church. They move like caterpillars
Around his navel this morning a halo, a red stipple Hopkins would love: “Glory be to God for dappled thin… It’s a gift from this woman
I wish he had never come out from behind the stove, that spider I stepped on at 4 a.m. He was a big one bothering no one.
I am sorry to hear the news. I lost it when I heard about hers and now to hear about yours. I’m livid at times, peaceful rarel… If you prefer, I won’t forward em…
The other day I was talking to a neighbor who said he has found a way to help the poor and improve our environment simultaneously. It’s no secret, he said, that we have a dire food shor...
Trumpelstiltskin is a fairy tale not written by the Brothers Grimm… It’s written every day by Fox and… America hears it every hour and half the nation loves it
A drunk on the subway tells another drunk something a bartender told him. He says if the rich guy wins, it will be the first time
July in the streets of Mexico City: One of the women one never would marry. One of the women one sees