You can find my WWWW writing group most Thursday mornings elbow-to- elbow at the round table in the corner booth.
But first we stand at the counter and drool. Baker Cheryl cranks out some godly grub. It’s wholesome and hearty and just plain Summa Cum Yummy.
We settle in with coffee and tea, lattes and steaming oatmeal. The talk is fearfully tasty too. Here’s a sample…..
Onions on oatmeal…that’s where I draw the line (it was raisins, not onions, but no matter) We used to have only a few types of cereals.
Canaan diner: it’s marvelous.
South Main Street Stories – man at the donut shop said he used to live in Central Park. Walking in the cemetery. Plans for a field trip to Cedar Hill, Kate Hepburn and Wallace Stevens are buried there.
An old edition of Emily Dickinsen’s poetry with titles and punctuation. Yikes. Editors Mabel Lewis Todd and T. W. Higginson were heavy-handed with their semi-colons. Still your heart, Emily.
Talk about The Things They Carried in regard to what Ency should carry to Zimbabwe. Don’t wave the US flag in Zimbabwe. The President’s Elephants, poachers and lawlessness.
Quote to ponder: Anything I’ve wanted to write about I’ve already written. Really?
MFA project of writing letters to people in your life.
No Wonder I Cried All The Way Home–stories from the classroom. Mary’s letter (via the voice of Lucy the dog) to Lucy’s surgeon
Right hand glove on left hand – the trials of dressing up
You have to leave some skin on the sidewalk in memoir, what’s at stake? Memoir workshops we have loved, Watertown writer who received an award from Amazon for a self-published book
Walking Home-A Poet’s Journey by Simon Armitage – what a web-savvy poet can do. This one did 19 readings, one each after walking 12-16 miles a day. The arrangement being that he’d do a poetry reading in exchange for a bed and a packed lunch for the morrow.
Clive James’ new translation of Dante.
End page of the NY Times magazine, we never skip it.
Ted Kooser’s birthday. (We are Kooserettes !) It goes without saying ~ We adore Ted.
We read. We share. We guffaw. And we are tickled when Cheryl the Day Baker comes with samples of Super Power Fruit Smoothies.
We swoon over this treat ~ it’s a miracle in your maw. And Cheryl ~ well, she’s a kind of miracle, a joy missile who makes our morning pure luxe.
Where’s your crowd-pleasing piece of paradise ? Where do you sip a slug from a wonderful mug?