The widow hires four men to rip out her lovely garden. She’s too old to weed it. All the roses will go to the young bride across

Been in trouble all my life childhood through old age. I took the alleys

Miss Goody Two-Shoes’ sweaters aren’t too tight, skirts aren’t too straight and heels aren’t too high. She’s a swan gliding

It used to bother me to see odd people leapfrog parking meters and shout every day is Halloween until

If you’re a reprobate in recovery you have to be careful what you do… You’re no different than an alcoho… always in danger of falling again. At least an alcoholic has a diseas…

I can’t speak for other men but as I grow older I have found listening to my wife makes life easier. So when she said we should move to a retirement community while we’re still in reaso...

I was out of control, spinning on the whirligig of youth, giddy to be caught in what Kerouac called “the whole mad swirl

You’re standing on a window ledge on the 50th floor of your building… It’s Valentine’s Day in Manhatta… clouds cruising, sun everywhere, a nice breeze tossing your hair,

I look in the mirror and I’m not… Where did I go? I don’t know so I look around and see my wife with the dogs and kids. Not one of them sees me.

I don’t know why my wife and I are up at four in the morning sitting in recliners drinking coff… staring at half-hour commercials claiming to cure everything

When you were a boy in 1948 living on a block of bungalows in Chicago right after WWII you had a red wagon you pulled behind your mother

The ones we didn’t abort we’re starting to euthanize so no worries there. It’s the ones in the middle still walking around

I take my wife to dinner at a fancy place for us to talk about money because stocks have a virus and we should move

Summer evenings after the news at 6 p.m. the Widow Murphy comes out of her tiny bungalow and sits on her front porch swing

They’re the oldest couple my wife and I know and we’re no pups either. Peter out for a walk leans on his cane often