Grow. My early morning inspiration at the newly painted over Collinsville Dam

Even the teen graffiti artists know growing is a good idea.

It’s Our Blogaversary! Again!

That being said, here’s our very first post.   4/20/2010

Today we’re starting our blog. For years we’ve sipped great coffee, nibbled tasty treats, talked through the life dramas, and read our writing to each other. Frequently we’ve had a silent partner in all this: Ted Kooser, Jane Yolen, Lary Bloom, Art Plotnik, Anne Lamott. We’ve read their books about writing and let their wise words inspire us. This blog is going to be another silent partner we think, but right now getting going with it is a bit like trying to get clear, cool water from the faucet. We need to run the water for a while to swish out whatever’s been lodging along the old pipes. Sometimes those pipes clank and the water sputters. Sometimes we curse and talk about whether or not the plumbing’s ever going to be right. And then it happens. Luscious, clean, boy-is-this-well-good-or-what water. That’s the way it will be with our fussing with a writing blog. Just keep the tap on we’ve decided. It’ll come.

And come it has.

 

Words We Women Write was born out of, well, unbridled curiosity and wonder.

 

The adventure of uncertainty lured us in. (That, and there was nowhere else we needed to be.)

 

Now, eight years later, we’ve birthed two more ~ amen-astonishing.

Click here to read Patty’s middle-grade novel blog, Isabel the Storyteller.

Click here to read Toni’s poetry blog, mental crumbs ~ in love with carbs and poetry.

 

We still fuss with the plumbing.

 

Apple geniuses help us tinker, WordPress Happiness Engineers make the irreversible reversible.

 

And Readers, you are why we’re still having a good time, all the time.

Thanks for coming. 

 

 

Patty and Toni  4/28/18
…and yes, there is always cake

 

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Made to last, these nests, and new buds emphasize this admirable quality. (A 420 character 9-liner)

Last year’s nests attest to the skill of their creators.

Many withstand harsh winters &,

like us 70-year olds in Yoga Barre class,

don’t look the worse for the wear:

the Red-eyed vireo’s tidy, hanging cup w/ birch bark & wasp paper,

the Robin’s mud-liner rough jumble of exterior twigs & bark, & this?

Goldfinch? Solid,neat, plant fiber build w/ thistle down lining,

its base on a branch, & poop on the nest edge!*

Lasts!

PATTY

* I’m not really certain this is a Goldfinch nest, but I think Carduelis Tristan is the only open-nesting songbird that does the let-the-feces-stay-on-the-doorstep thing. I wonder what they think of people who don’t heed the pick up after your dog signs?