The Guru
Written by M.J.C Part 1: GET SOME TAPE “We need help,” Leah said. Leah was listening to her friends talk and thinking hard about what to do. And then it…
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The Photographer, The Cops, and Mom’s Fried Chicken
Written by M.J.C The flashes were blinding even during the waning daylight of a beautiful Oakland summer day. Flash after flash and we all just stood there gazing, perplexed, and…
The Diary
Written by Myron J. Clifton Mom often wrote in a diary when she had free time from work and kids. She started writing after her divorce, and before and after…
Weightlifting and Zip Codes
Written by M.J.C “I’m not very strong,” mom said. “Ever since I stopped picking up all you boys I’ve gotten weak. I need to get strong again.” Mom was preparing…
Wake Up
Written by M.J.C Wake up! WAKE up! WAKE UP! Mom was yelling at me to wake up. She laughed now and in her voice I could see her smile that…
Pink Ball With Swirls
Written by M.J.C She was so focused. Her gaze did not waver and her body was motionless. Mom was determined and would not fail. There was noise all around; banging,…
Jogging vs. Running
Written by M.J.C Mom wanted to jog. She was just turning 30 or so and decided that she wanted to “get in shape” and jogging was all the rage in…
The Giant Bomb In The Sky
Written by M.J.C I had read about this in comic books: It was the end of the world. Or at least the start of World War III. I stared at…
Dear Dean 