Part Two… Written by Myron J. Clifton Trick or Treating was a success! The girls turned off the front porch … More
Tag: Friendship
Paper or Plastic – A Halloween Tale
Part 1: “Pre-Party shopping” Leah and her friends were excited! Last year’s party was fun – and scary – but … More
Coffee Tales, Chapter 10: Kali
Coffee Tale, Chapter 10: “Kali” By Myron J. Clifton Kali drinks a Grande London Fog Latte – Sweetened Earl Grey … More
Coffee Tales, Chapter 9: Ana
Coffee Tales, Chapter 9: “Ana” By Myron J. Clifton Ana drinks a Venti Green Peach Lemonade Iced Tea. I tried Ana’s … More
Coffee Tales, Chapter 8: Silva
Coffee Tales, Chapter 8: “Silva” By Myron J. Clifton Silva likes Grande White Mocha, extra hot, one pump. This drink … More
Coffee Tales, Chapter 6: Langston
Coffee Tales, Chapter 6: “Langston” By Myron J. Clifton Langston likes a Grande Zebra Mocha at 200 degrees. This drink … More
Coffee Tales, Chapter 5: Jennifer
Coffee Tales, Chapter 5: “Jennifer” Written by Myron J, Clifton Jennifer likes a Grande Lime Refresher. I tried Jennifer’s drink today, … More
A Bus Ride
This week I am re-sharing a Dear Dean Reader Favorite, A Bus Ride. Happy Writer Wednesday! Enjoy…
It was a mix of dread and anxiety. Excitement and embarrassment. And guilt, an emotion I didn’t understand in this context feeling this way about my mother.
It was a trip to the doctor with my mother. And it wasn’t the doctor that evoked these conflicting and overwhelming emotions and my first feelings of guilt about letting down my mother. And perhaps the strongest emotion though was the feeling of impending separation from her.
The Storage Shed
This is Part two of The Guru Written by M.J.C ”Okay Leah, what do we do with the tape?” Dunya … More
Goodnight Bunny, Part 2
Written by M.J.C Continued… “The trick or treating was especially good this year,” Leah said to her friends. “Let’s go … More
The Bike Ride
It was a typical summer mid-afternoon day in Oakland. The weather was typically moderate and the sky was typically large and beautiful and we were outside typically playing, running, laughing, arguing, and riding our bikes between games of street football, baseball, and roughhousing.
A Bus Ride
It was a mix of dread and anxiety. Excitement and embarrassment. And guilt, an emotion I didn’t understand in this context feeling this way about my mother.
It was a trip to the doctor with my mother. And it wasn’t the doctor that evoked these conflicting and overwhelming emotions and my first feelings of guilt about letting down my mother. And perhaps the strongest emotion though was the feeling of impending separation from her.
