Time is the main topic on a funeral day: the quality of it spent, its scarcity, the odd way it behaves.

I have a story in my head: Latin 5 must save a classmate who has been taken. Latin 5 does more than march through sanitized Catullus at this institution.

Drifting Away turned left when he crossed the plate and continued straight down the right-field line, where he met and embraced the Black Angel. The Angel’s wings enfolded him and the two of them continued …

Abraham Lincoln passed his last hours in a cramped back bedroom in a boardinghouse across the street from Ford’s Theater, mercifully unconscious, folded awkwardly onto a bed too short for him, laboring to breathe. A …

 
Osama bin Laden is in heaven.
Upon his death, bin Laden went to heaven, as he’d expected to, a warrior of righteousness claiming his longed-for reward. An archangel escorted him to a large, lavishly appointed salon, …

I live close to Green-Wood Cemetery. I like it there, walking around in all the stories.
Long ago, the stories went right onto the headstones. One young man — I’ll call him “Martin V.B. Thompson,” though …

Have you ever woken up in the middle of the night and known, without moving the curtain to look outside, that it had started snowing? Maybe you’d had a bad or strange dream, or your …

The evidence that Don is an angel is compelling, provided you’re inclined to believe it in the first place: his date of “birth” is September 11; he appeared when I needed him, and withdrew (to …

It’s funny, the things we believe — the reasons we have for believing those things. I read far too many ghost stories growing up, and I did said growing up in an old house which …

Many’s the time I’ve been mistaken
And many times confused
We’ve told our stories of that day a hundred times, a thousand times: where we were, what we did, with whom, how. It’s not rehearsed; it’s just …