Many of my friends are orphans. I have outlived all their parents, and while I am 91 and many of them are in their 60s and even 70s, I think of them as orphans.

He grips the podium like the wooden wheel of a loaded cargo schooner comfortable yet firm as he steers us through another night

Tell time in color, leaf, in incremental shifts in season.

There’s snow on the daffodils, but lately the sunny bulbs appear to be winning the race for spring over winter.

Sheriff Bob Ogden has a problem, but it is largely of his own making.