So Much Depends Upon...

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