Written by M.J.C The flashes were blinding even during the waning daylight of a beautiful Oakland summer day. Flash after … More
Written by M.J.C Mom often wrote in a diary when she had free time from work and kids. She started … More
Written by M.J.C “I’m not very strong,” mom said. “Ever since I stopped picking up all you boys I’ve gotten … More
Written by M.J.C Wake up! WAKE up! WAKE UP! Mom was yelling at me to wake up. She laughed now … More
Written by M.J.C She was so focused. Her gaze did not waver and her body was motionless. Mom was determined … More
Written by M.J.C Mom wanted to jog. She was just turning 30 or so and decided that she wanted to … More
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
Written by M.J.C I waited for her to arrive. She was early, of course, and I was waiting. She usually … More
Written by M.J.C Mom was beautiful. She looked perplexed and perhaps a bit annoyed. She stood there for what seemed … More
Written by M.J.C I was early. I was always early. I’m comfortable being alone and settling in before meeting or … More
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.
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.