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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Behold the egg! Smooth, rounded, perfectly formed, fragile, its glowing center suspended in a malleable, translucent penumbra. The same might be said of these thirty-five memoirs in which the past–formed at the fragile nexus, the malleable boundary of memory and imagination–is suspended in prose, contained in an essay. You have but to crack open this book.
Red Wheelbarrow Writers are a loose affiliation of lively artists based in Bellingham, Washington. As a community, we host a monthly Happy Hour and a monthly Writerly Book Club. We are co-founders of Washington Memoir Month. We offer classes, contests, novel writing events, bookstore readings, poetry projects, and parties. Red Wheelbarrow Writers are individually productive, and as a group, we support, encourage, and learn from one another.
We welcome new faces, new voices, and new writing.
Come and join us!
redwheelbarrowwriters.com
From the memoirs…
She smelled good, and I liked that she had William Carlos Williams tucked under her arm.
A Sailboat Named Desire
Lula Flann
In the midst of this happy, almost unbelievable reunion, I could not help wondering if Miss Towner had flashback memories to World War I in Adana, Turkey, and the American school sheltering Armenian children from the Turks.
An Incredible Reunion
Peggy Kalpakian Johnson
So much depends on the tools. A worker without tools is like a myth without a ritual.
The Mason - Jack Remick
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Behold the egg! Smooth, rounded, perfectly formed, fragile, its glowing center suspended in a malleable, translucent penumbra. The same might be said of these thirty-five memoirs in which the past–formed at the fragile nexus, the malleable boundary of memory and imagination–is suspended in prose, contained in an essay. You have but to crack open this book.
Red Wheelbarrow Writers are a loose affiliation of lively artists based in Bellingham, Washington. As a community, we host a monthly Happy Hour and a monthly Writerly Book Club. We are co-founders of Washington Memoir Month. We offer classes, contests, novel writing events, bookstore readings, poetry projects, and parties. Red Wheelbarrow Writers are individually productive, and as a group, we support, encourage, and learn from one another.
We welcome new faces, new voices, and new writing.
Come and join us!
redwheelbarrowwriters.com
From the memoirs…
She smelled good, and I liked that she had William Carlos Williams tucked under her arm.
A Sailboat Named Desire
Lula Flann
In the midst of this happy, almost unbelievable reunion, I could not help wondering if Miss Towner had flashback memories to World War I in Adana, Turkey, and the American school sheltering Armenian children from the Turks.
An Incredible Reunion
Peggy Kalpakian Johnson
So much depends on the tools. A worker without tools is like a myth without a ritual.
The Mason - Jack Remick