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
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.
Written by M.J.C #1. What exactly happens when we enter into someone else’s universe? We can become overwhelmed for sure. … More