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…
Author, Myron J. Clifton
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…
Written by M.J.C Mom decided that she would prepare the entire Thanksgiving meal herself, stay home with her own family, and relax on the holiday for once. Up to this…
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…
Written by M.J.C Continued… “RUUUUNNNNN!!” Dunya was yelling as the girls, bunched in the hallway outside Leah’s room saw the floating stuffed Bunny, with orange blood dripping from her tiny…
Written by M.J.C Continued… “The trick or treating was especially good this year,” Leah said to her friends. “Let’s go back to the haunted house,” Leah said, and and group…
Written by M.J.C I waited for her to arrive. She was early, of course, and I was waiting. She usually arrived earlier than I did but on this occasion I…
Written by M.J.C Mom was beautiful. She looked perplexed and perhaps a bit annoyed. She stood there for what seemed like an hour, but was really only about seven minutes.…
Written by M.J.C One summer day around 1972 or so, my brothers and neighborhood friends were playing outside our apartment that was just off East 14th Street in East Oakland.…