Grief, Uninvited.
Grief forced its way in, and now I will not let Grief leave. Grief is weightless while being a heavy burden. Grief is etherial, intangible, and unbearable. I will not…
Author, Myron J. Clifton
Grief forced its way in, and now I will not let Grief leave. Grief is weightless while being a heavy burden. Grief is etherial, intangible, and unbearable. I will not…
Written by Myron J. Clifton Continuation from last week’s post… “The trick or treating was especially good this year,” Leah said to her friends. “Let’s go back to the haunted…
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.
UPDATE: This Coffee Tale honors my daughter Leah’s only teacher from grades 1-8. Chandra is Leah’s third parent and the one who guided Leah and her classmates as they learned…
Part Two… Written by Myron J. Clifton Trick or Treating was a success! The girls turned off the front porch lights and all the Halloween lights and prepared to inventory…
Part 1: “Pre-Party shopping” Leah and her friends were excited! Last year’s party was fun – and scary – but things worked out okay for Bunny and Berry after Leah,…
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.
This is Part two of The Guru Written by M.J.C ”Okay Leah, what do we do with the tape?” Dunya asked. Dunya was the most impatient of the friends and…