The shape of things to come.

Quilts heavy, And warm. Grandma made them, Or maybe they were passed down. Speaking of Grandma, There she is, framed at the door A silhouette,  Barely visible in the dim hallway light. “T...

A trip to browse, Not to buy, Or so I always say. The store is cavernous, With racks and racks of old clothes in the front, Clothes for men, Clothes for women, Clothes for girls and boys, All...

I remember looking out my window late one night some 45 years ago. It was after midnight. I should have been asleep, but I had spent the last few hours listening to my AM clock radio turned low and re...