We’re back! After wandering all over Japan, the writers have returned with some amazing stories. I’ve heard bits and pieces and can’t wait to read, edit, help publish and celebrate many of those fantastic tales. You’ll find some of them here or on our Wanderland Writers website. For others you’ll need to go to additional…
Morris Island, South Carolina, April 2015 Here we are again, the writers and illustrators who have come together for this year’s Southern Sampler Artists Colony, on Morris Island with Captain Anton DuMars and Sharon Cooper-Murray, aka The Gullah Lady. Anton has stayed with his boat and Sharon has taken us on a walk along the…
Marbella, Spain, 2015 The pop-eyed fish ogle us from the walls of El Estrecho, a little tapas bar in the seaside village of Marbella on the Mediterranean coast. Bubble-eyed and kite-tailed, they have no business being here, spying upon us as we eat our tapas, drink our wine, lament the unavailability of gazpacho at this…
It’s Derby Day today and that means hats! ©Linda Watanabe McFerrin Hats matter, always for some of us, and today and tomorrow—along with mint juleps, thoroughbred horses and other grand Southern traditions—at this year’s Kentucky Derby. Having just returned from South Carolina and the Southern Sampler Artists Colony where we were celebrating and memorializing Charleston…
Last night at Book Passage in the Ferry Plaza for a Left Coast Writers poetry event, I realized that I never enter a bookstore without wanting to read every single book therein, which I know is impossible. I have this strange feeling that tucked between the covers is a message that I can’t afford to…
Last Dance on San Bruno Mountain Magazine Issue Jan-Mar 2011 by Linda Watanabe McFerrin Chuang Tzu and the Butterfly Chuang Tzu in dream became a butterfly, And the butterfly became Chuang Tzu at waking. Which was the real–the butterfly or the man? Who can tell the end of the endless changes of things? The water…
Laissez les bons temps rouler! And we certainly did at Words and Music 2010 in New Orleans in spite of the fact that the theme was “The Literature of War and Collateral Damage,” or maybe because of it and because “When faced with disaster, the best medicine is laughter” … yes, that’s a direct quote…
I am lost, swimming in the soft light of the bison’s umber eye, where I feel myself reflected. Above me the sky arcs, an incredible big top of robin’s-egg-blue that dips down to meet the vast carpet of tawny grasses on a distant horizon. I do not think it is especially wise to be staring…
