Cherry Almond
She was in the room. I felt her in my mind and saw her with my heart. She was right over there, near and untouchable. Radiant but subdued; bright but…
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Thanksgiving Dinner
Author’s note: I am re-running my Thanksgiving story from my youth when my mom cooked a full meal for the family, forgoing our traditional visit to our grandparents. In thinking about…
The Giant Bomb In The Sky
Written by Myron J. Clifton I had read about this in comic books: It was the end of the world. Or at least the start of World War III. I…
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.
A Letter From The Past
Introduction: Some say life has a way of encroaching when we dismiss daily living as mundane. Some say our thoughts are energy and thus have power to shape our environment,…
Rainy Day Lunch
Introduction I’m reposting this story at the same time of year it originally posted. It fits the weather and the constant January mood of longing for and missing my mom.…
The Birth Date
The Birth Date Written by Myron J. Clifton “Your birthday is not tomorrow. He’s wrong. Trust me, if anyone knows the day you were born it’s me. And we will…
A Bus Ride
This week I am re-sharing a Dear Dean Reader Favorite, A Bus Ride. Happy Writer Wednesday! Enjoy…
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 