Letting Go

By Libby Hawkins, TIWP Student Unclenching my fists, taking a deep breath, letting go. Understanding I can’t change the past, present or future, realizing people will do what they do. Let it go. Simple, right? But what about the things that I need help or attention so you don’t lose them? There has been so […]

Childhood Summer

By Scarlett Mosher, TIWP Student Sickly sweet lavender, sweeter than rainbow popsicle stains. Sweeter than sunlight and curling rose leaves, lazy shadows on sunburnt legs, spiny hands of oak leaves beneath t-shirt backs. Suffocating summer air, stuffy and pressing, a hot towel to a sick forehead, tasting the hum of bees, echo of pool water […]

Guns Suck

By Melissa Quiter, TIWP Women’s Writing Program Reposted from https://momsgottawrite.com/2019/08/12/guns-suck/ I often feel paralyzed by the gun violence plaguing this country, and after last week’s grotesque number of mass shootings – in Gilroy, El Paso, Dayton, Chicago, Brooklyn, and more – I was shocked to arrive at the park to find a dad distributing toy […]

Women’s Work

By Libby Hawkins, TIWP Student We were taught at such a young age that what women “should” be. When I was little, I thought I would be a teacher or a nurse, until I’d drop everything to be a wife and mother. That was fine with me because that was all I knew. Then I […]

Who Am I?

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 […]

Ignorance

By Zoe Moga, TIWP Student I think most of us love to ignore what we feel or what we want. I find that I often ignore what I need most. I try to listen to everything my mind, body and soul tell me, but it’s hard when everything around me is consuming the air. I […]

I Still Stand

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 […]

The Familiar Path

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 […]

The Blue Heron

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 […]