The Photographer, The Cops, and Mom’s Fried Chicken
Written by M.J.C The flashes were blinding even during the waning daylight of a beautiful Oakland summer day. Flash after flash and we all just stood there gazing, perplexed, and…
Author, Myron J. Clifton
Written by M.J.C The flashes were blinding even during the waning daylight of a beautiful Oakland summer day. Flash after flash and we all just stood there gazing, perplexed, and…
Written by Myron J. Clifton Mom often wrote in a diary when she had free time from work and kids. She started writing after her divorce, and before and after…
Written by M.J.C “I’m not very strong,” mom said. “Ever since I stopped picking up all you boys I’ve gotten weak. I need to get strong again.” Mom was preparing…
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…