By Elizabeth Kaur, TIWP Women’s Writing Program My father was born to parents who didn’t know sound, deaf mutes who found each other in the non-hearing community of 1920’s San Francisco. His Jewish father had fled Russia as The Revolution swelled, sheltered with his 16-year-old sister in the bathroom of the Trans-Siberian Express, coins for […]

By Lauren M. Fahrer, TIWP Women’s Writing Program I am bent, burnt and broken. I rise. I walked this path long before you arrived. I will be here long after you go. If I could tell you all my secrets, it would frighten you. It would give you reason to doubt humanity. But most of […]

By Cathy Lambert, TIWP Women’s Writing Program Walking down that oh-so-familiar path, surrounded by familiar sounds, familiar sights and familiar smells, I hear the blue jays and woodpecker’s overhead, boat motors in the distance, the gentle rhythm of the creek whirling over the stones it’s been polishing for hundreds of years, the steady rhythmic snapping […]

By Elizabeth Kaur, TIWP Women’s Writing Program We stopped to pick up the blue heron. It was waiting for us in that California-ware shop at Duncan’s Landing, near the end of the road that leaves Guerneville, the road that hugs the Russian River, winds through coastal redwoods, past the tin hut movie house in Monte […]

By Melissa Quiter, TIWP Women’s Writing Program Reposted from https://momsgottawrite.com/2018/07/06/harry-potter-the-daughter-of-terror/ Summer “break” began six days ago, and for my 7-year-old daughter, that means more time to read and play Harry Potter. She would scold me for saying “play,” because this is real life; it’s not a game. And after today’s Harry Potter pentathlon, I can […]

By Ariele Taylor-McManus, TIWP Women’s Writing Program Twelve rides her bike into town, as she does sometimes on Saturdays when her mom is working. Normally, she and Lida would go together, but today Lida has a softball game. When Twelve was younger, even as recently as a year ago, she used to stop for a […]

By Cathy Lambert, TIWP Women’s Writing Program What did I do? What did I say? Did I wear the wrong cloths or my hair the wrong way? We’ve been friends for so long, and I wanted to stay. But they all stopped talking to me; they wouldn’t even look my way. I was no longer […]

From Cathy Lambert, TIWP Parent and Writer in our TIWP Women’s Program I am writing to express my heartfelt thanks to the Intuitive Writing Project. For the past seven years, you’ve gifted our daughters with the time and space to share their deepest thoughts and to inspire each other and those around them. Most of […]

By Dina Varellas, TIWP Board Member A poem inspired by the young writers of the Intuitive Writing Project Scared, she suppresses silently in the shadow of shame. Her rage is but a beautiful storm wet with passion and fiery. Eager to ripen and harvest. Spark beauty out of darkness. Flame into creation. She wants to […]

By Elizabeth Perlman (Elizabeth is the Executive Director of TIWP, whose girl’s empowerment space was recently taken over by a woman’s “permanent cosmetics” salon. The irony is not lost on us!) Yesterday, I looked at the ever-darkening circles under my eyes and shuddered. “God help me,” I always say, as if God should be bothered […]