Hello, Dolly!

Something new is happening in Oakland.  It’s a food thing – a doughnut shop.  I had to check it out.  So, on Saturday morning I tested the waters. I didn’t say, “Boys, do you want to go on one of my crazy food adventures?”  No, I’m smarter than that. I said, “Guys, do you want to go get a doughnut?”

That was easy.  My husband and son and I hopped in the car and headed to Oakland’s Temescal neighborhood.  I knew it was on 49th and Telegraph, in an alley.  We spotted the Doughnut Dolly sign first.  I didn’t tell my boys that these doughnuts were all about the filling. They’re not really into filling when it comes to doughnuts and I thought that might have killed the deal.  We walked in and there were about ten doughnuts in a basket, on the counter  – all the same. Continue reading

Wanted: My Son

Imagine my shock when I found out my son was a Wanted Man.  We stared at the mugshot together on the Wanted Poster, standing side by side. I could feel him next to me shifting in his shoes.  He’s a big 13 year old.  Fairly relaxed.  But this new information had rattled him. I could tell.

He was wanted for a crime he didn’t commit.  He was branded on that wall.  I wanted to protect him.  But, when they came and called his name I turned to him and said, “Are you ready?”  He nodded, enthusiastically, and shot me a big white, crooked smile.  He wanted correction.  He wanted straight teeth.  He gave me a little hug and he was gone.  Continue reading