Wake Up
Written by M.J.C Wake up! WAKE up! WAKE UP! Mom was yelling at me to wake up. She laughed now and in her voice I could see her smile that…
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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…
Thanksgiving Dinner
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…
Goodnight Bunny, Part 2
Written by M.J.C Continued… “The trick or treating was especially good this year,” Leah said to her friends. “Let’s go back to the haunted house,” Leah said, and and group…
Office Visit
Written by M.J.C I waited for her to arrive. She was early, of course, and I was waiting. She usually arrived earlier than I did but on this occasion I…
Beautiful
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.…
Scaredy Cat
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.…
The Bike Ride
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.
Dear Dean 