Leaves on a Japanese Maple dance auburn in the wind remind me of that mother crossing Michigan Avenue before the light changes

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

I have to hope America can trust and welcome them especially parents hiding children

Deep into a warm winter the Japanese red maple keeps her crown of brilliant leaves as if to prove to the evergreens especially that big blue spruce

Every day the same play. The moment I rise, the first act begins, the same plot

Unlike his peers his office holds no photo of a wife no indication that he has fathered five

If I owned a magazine I’d publish folks who agree with me as long as they remained abstract,

Sending out an address change to a friend I haven’t seen in 50 years, I say my wife and I are moving someplace new next month

One by one young nurses crisp in their white caps bring the old folks out crumpled in their wheelchairs from this towering building

Tea in the afternoon with his wife of many years is usually peaceful, Hubert thinks before he makes his announcement. Then he says it. “I’m going upstairs,” Hubert tells Ruth as he hois...

No, Freddie can’t say he mourned when his father died and his father’s third wife found Freddie’s number and gave him a call to give him the news. His father had been responsible, worke...

A doctor by day Ralph spends his nights ordering tulip bulbs from Holland beautiful and rare

Pastor Homer is a jealous man and Opal gives him fits through 40 years of marriage dancing, laughing kissing other men

I will no longer feed the birds on the front porch as I do daily autumn through winter when I go out at dawn to get the paper on the lawn and spread seed on