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.
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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
