In response to those who justify their lifestyle by pointing to the animal kingdom, and to those who shout “it’s not natural” in condemnatio...

by Elsie Montgomery Pete was green with one black and white wing. His coloring was odd for a canary, but so was his voice and pluck. He sang...

My son took a face book quiz that told him he would live to be 104. I teased him. Would he now take more risks? Eat more cake? Leap tall bui...

There’s that sound again. It is familiar yet I’m not sure what it is. There is a click, then a loud snap, and a brief rattling. Each time I ...

“Our church doesn’t have Sunday school.” “What do you do with Jackie?” “Oh, he sits with me in church.” I was dismayed, at least at first. T...

The Tuner With overalls and velvet crafted box of tools he came and touched my discord pain and sour notes faded keys heaped and bruised in ...

Sandy’s computer screen went black, instantly. No flicker to warn her. She swore under her breath and glanced at the electric clock. It was ...

Rush, rush. Rush through the bath and breakfast. Rush through the closet (and come out the other end looking all together) Dash downstairs....

She was just here soft eyes misted in a book laughing at the words We rise, she needs help with her walker “This is my daughter, Elsie” as a...

If only I’d come home earlier, thought Mike. If only I’d picked next week to go away. If only . . . Sandra shuffled into the kitchen, yawne...

Amy’s friend Arlene keeps pulling the conversation back to George and Florence. Amy resists and wonders if this is what a man feels like...

Last night, because I was too tired to do anything else, I plunked myself in front of the television and watched an episode of ER, a show I’...

It’s not Avon bottles, stamps or the usual collector’s items, but if something interests me, I clip it, buy it, stack and file it until my s...

Alan Taylor’s black ‘76 Chevy smashed into the bridge guardrail Friday night at precisely 11:42 p.m. A split second later, it catapulted...

“I’d like to, but I’m just too busy. . . .” Life is like a smorgasbord: so many activities to pick from, many look too good to pass up. My p...

Gloria Dancing eyes she sways in rhythm waltzes with her words too many jitterbugs with her thoughts too few Light as dust and bothersome sh...

I read and watch too many mysteries. One morning this week while getting ready for the day, this thought crossed my mind, Where would I hide...

Bernie was a new Christian . He was excited to serve God in the church he attended, so he approached one of the pastors. The pastor asked hi...

The following piece was my response to a writing exercise that asked, "What would you say if someone asked you for counsel because you ...

I bought a red convertible that year, to impress women. It worked, for a while. They liked my car but they didn’t like me much. At least...