Written by M.J.C Mom decided that she would prepare the entire Thanksgiving meal herself, stay home with her own family, … More
Written by M.J.C I had read about this in comic books: It was the end of the world. Or at … More
“All of religion is merely men mansplaining God”
The Goddess laughed to herself. She created all things, but not in her image, no, she longed for difference and diversity. She was a curious creator who did not know the reach of her powers.
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 One summer day around 1972 or so, my brothers and neighborhood friends were playing outside our apartment … 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
Written By M.J.C The Final Chapter. All of Creation is merely the act of making friends. The Daughter was in … More
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Written by M.J.C The Universe and Children love Structure. Much happened during the early few hundred thousand years with the … More
The Goddess rested on her blue orb and she also tended to her universe. The Goddess was, after all, in all places and in all times in her universe and so she tended to her universe, which really was her playground.
As the Goddess rested eons passed and her garden bloomed all over the orb and in almost every way imaginable with colors that reflected the Mother’s joy and love for her creation.
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.
The echo of her first birth can still be heard in all the universe. The sound is in the background of all universal sounds.