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
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.