A memoir from my childhood — I began school in Virginia, where my father was stationed in the Navy at Norfolk. I failed the first grade. I didn’t learn to read because I would get bored or distracted with lessons and just jump up to grab paper and crayons with which to draw — and that…

About WE PAW Bloggers group on Facebook — Our Rules and Guidelines Welcome to our family of writing creatives. Please familiarize yourself with our rules and guidelines. Please note, because I read only English, I cannot approve posts in any other language. And, if you do not answer the membership…

An umbrella publication for the WE PAW Bloggers group on Facebook — This e-zine is an umbrella publication for members of the Facebook group of the same name. All writers for this publication must be members of the group on Facebook. …

Mirror Publication: Fiction Writing Prompt for “Wee Yarns” — The prompt was to for contributors to write a story of themselves meeting their main character in your real life. They were to have a conversation with the characters or to make it an action scene full of mayhem. Stories were required to include dialogue. “Wee Yarns” also requires a…

A unique twist on a favorite — Americans love fried chicken. Southerners — and I am a Southerner — pride ourselves on being the best fried chicken cooks around. At the risk of betraying generations of fine Southern cooks renowned for their fried chicken recipes, handed down since time immemorial, I would argue this Persian take on…

Religiosity is not Faith in God — Definition of religion in Merriam-Webster: a personal set or institutionalized system of religious attitudes, beliefs, and practices… scrupulous conformity Frans de Waal suggests this definition: religion is “the shared reverence for the supernatural, sacred, or spiritual as well as the symbols, rituals, and worship that are associated with it”. De…

A delicately sad tale of transcendent love, a perfect kiss, and haunting, beautiful tragedy… — Introduction A dozen candlelit chandeliers gently swayed in the cool sea wind rolling in across the lawn from the cliff’s edge. The wind lazily wafted through half a dozen open double French doors, their pale, gauzy curtains billowing ethereally in the breeze. The distant roar of crashing waves, upon the sandy…