It had been another warm Tuesday and I’d played a reasonable round of golf, followed by a steak meal in the clubhouse. The company was good and the conversation, as usual, light. Occasionally, politics and finances reared their ugly cantankerous...

Emily and Willie

"No graphic terms, just a love story that someone asked me to write about two older friends"

In a small town, as rural as one can be and yet be defined as a town, an old flower shop sits off a side street, long forgotten but still lovingly maintained by its owner, Emily Bronson. Widowed ten years...

Traditions

"Randy has a Christmas Eve to remember."

It was late by the time we served everyone and cleaned up. This had been the busiest Christmas Eve I’d seen in the ten years I’d been volunteering at the shelter. Between the unusual number of people seeking shelter from...

I blinked, leaned forward to peer at the message on my computer screen, and then settled back into my chair. I shook my head and muttered, “Well I never.” I’d been quite stunned when I saw the name in my...