My parents were far from preachy. They went to church separately and I went to the children’s service

This senior citizen whose face is Rushmore still squats with pigeons on the steps of the Rogers Park Masonic Templ… She wears a shawl this snowy day

After the TV mavens had their say the gnomes crept out of their cave… spoke and returned to their caves. Thunder struck, hell broke loose and the mavens came back on TV

I’m amazed at the difference between my friend and me. His response to life is so different from mine. I live deep in the city

On the table by the window balanced on its spine this leaflet butterfly open and still as a

It’s Monday not Sunday and the frail lady in black is the only person in the pews. She walked in with

If love’s real, not the puppy kind, it’s not just a feeling but an act of the will a constant giving

After the Spring rain a dove on a Dogwood branch preens like a starlet

In 1920, my father, 16, was a guest of the British government. He was a prisoner of their forces occupying Ireland at the time, a group called the Black and Tans. One day he and seven o...

It’s Rocky’s Diner but it’s Brenda’s counter, been that way for 10 years. Brenda has her regulars who want the Special of the Day.

Better take his wife to lunch after what he said yesterday. A slip of the tongue. But where to take her? The Chinese buffet?

An hour a day, sometimes more, I chipped away with mallet and chisel on a block of marble

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

Fifty years ago Jane got on a plane and flew away without saying good-bye. Her parents took her, I know.