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I am sharing with you today a special poem, sent in by a reader. Her poem was for a physics … More
Written by M.J.C The flashes were blinding even during the waning daylight of a beautiful Oakland summer day. Flash after … More
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Written by M.J.C I had read about this in comic books: It was the end of the world. Or at … More
Written by M.J.C Continued… “RUUUUNNNNN!!” Dunya was yelling as the girls, bunched in the hallway outside Leah’s room saw the … More
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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.
It all made sense now. The wind. The Sun. The Curls. She was welcomed (back) into her true element. The Mother, now known as Nature recognized her fully for she was a daughter.