A Day in The Life: Essential Workers
The praises lavished on essential workers from all corners of media, family, and friends is heartwarming as many Americans hunker down following social isolation instructions from local and/or State leaders.…
Author, Myron J. Clifton
The praises lavished on essential workers from all corners of media, family, and friends is heartwarming as many Americans hunker down following social isolation instructions from local and/or State leaders.…
Written by Myron J. Clifton 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…
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.
Wanda drinks Decaffeinated white chocolate mocha with whipped cream. I recently tried cousin Wanda’s drink and here is my review. This drink could be the coffee version of “Don’t judge a…
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.
Part 3 of The Guru… Written by M.J.C Friday market was bustling with energy, activity, and lots of goodies being sold and purchased. The after school fundraiser was held each…
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…
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…