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’m going to be Alice in Wonderland this year, Leah, proclaimed. Leah typically dressed up as classic characters – Minnie Mouse, 1950’s poodle skirt girl, and when…
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.…
Written by M.J.C I was early. I was always early. I’m comfortable being alone and settling in before meeting or dining with friends, or anyone really. I need that time…
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.
Written by M.J.C #1. What exactly happens when we enter into someone else’s universe? We can become overwhelmed for sure. And lost? It can come on so suddenly and with a…