Rainy Day Lunch
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…
Tag: Mother
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.
Driving Down The Delta
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.
A Bus Ride
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.
Dear Dean 