The Choir That Sang Under My Window
I was in my chair by the east window when I heard the cars. It was ten minutes to eleven on the second Sunday of… Read more
The Boy Carl Wrote to for Twenty Years
A year after I buried Carl, I finally cleared out his closet. People hear “cleared out his closet” and picture a woman weeping into a… Read more
The Haircuts I Gave at the Nursing Home
The barber pole came down off my shop the Monday of my last week, and I did not think a thing about it. My wife… Read more
The Garden I Grew for the Pantry
It is nine steps from my kitchen table to the window over the sink. I counted them every morning that spring, the way you count… Read more
The Flags on My Mail Route Went Up
The flag on Hank Dowling’s mailbox was up, and I stood on the brake so hard that the morning’s flats slid off the passenger seat… Read more
The First Play Belonged to Riley
The car that pulled into our gravel drive at twenty to five on a Wednesday afternoon was a maroon Buick with a dented trunk, and… Read more
