Last Friday, I had lunch with my retired teaching colleague, Mrs. Callahan, who now spends her days tending a backyard herb garden and reading mystery...
Late Saturday afternoons, no fancy plans, just the kind of hangout that stretches into the evening. We were hungry, but no one wanted anything fussy....
It was the last Saturday of May, and our neighborhood community garden had just wrapped up its spring planting event. Everyone was sweaty, smudged with...
One cool autumn afternoon, I chatted by the town fountain with Marcus, the retired mailman, while we waited for my granddaughter after school. He asked...