Aman we have known for 30 years, an upstanding citizen, was standing on a side walk, delusional, and unable to tell the first responders anything coherent. He recognized us and gave my husband a hug.
June, Litha, Solstice Writing Prompts
The Geography of Seasons Summer is upon us here in Tucson where we are based. And when the temp gets to be over 110° F this old Editor/Publisher goes into siesta mode! But never fear, it hasn’t hit those scorching temperatures as yet this year, and we are still writing and putting out prompts. Our local […]
Sacred Stories
This Friday I attend a workshop by Carrie Newcomer called, “Our Lives as Sacred Story + Community Songwriting.” I will report back, of course, as the course is very much in synch with what WLP is about. I’m writing now as there is some trepidation about attending. The person leading the workshop is someone I […]
Kneaders – Baking v. Bakery
Those of us fortunate enough to have, or have had, mothers who were bakers remember the smell of cookies, cakes, pies mixing with and creating the scent of home. I remember soft chocolate cookies fresh out of the oven when I came through the door from school. I was able to do some memorable baking for my […]
Tucson, Five Years On
Lives changed as lives were lost five years ago today when Tucson changed forever. It was not the first time Tucson opened her arms and gathered survivors of mass gun violence to her breast to hold and heal families in her embrace. October 29th 2002 Robin E. Rogers, Barbara Monroe, and Cheryl McGaffic, all instructors in the U of […]
The Last Living Child of My Parents
I wrote much of this post in July 2015: I spent a lot of the day with my brother, Jim, reading prayers he liked (Psalms), ones I like (Buddhist), telling him I love him, talking to him about family, telling him his love for me was always something I cherished, that we would make sure […]