Writing with Rox WEEKLY—What (CLICHES) are you grateful for?

Okie dokie all yee Morning Pages folks out there... WHAT ARE YOU GRATEFUL FOR?

Are you grateful for cliches like being grateful on Thanksgiving?  I for one sure am!
Are you grateful for cliche writerly things (Morning Pages)?  Me,

        I'm grate    ful       for         e.              e.         cu
                                                                                      mmin             g
                                                                                                                        s
who wrote:
        
    "may I be I" is the only prayer— 
not may I be great or good 
or beautiful or wise or strong. 
 
To be nobody-but-yourself—in a world 
which is doing its best, night and day, 
to make you everybody else—means 
to fight the hardest battle 
which any human being can fight; 
and never stop fighting.

I'm grateful for quotes.
I'm also grateful for short jokes and puns, especially when least expected or not in the mood to be silly and you just can't help but laugh.

What else?

What 3 line jokes are you grateful for? (Please share them as I am most grateful for them)
I'm also grateful for 3-count dances like the waltz and the lindy-hop
And my son's baby teeth: They're so cute and disarming. I'm grateful for that.
I'm grateful I can be disarmed these days.

I'm really grateful that I can laugh at a lot of things and that I laugh a lot. I'm also extremely grateful for my hilarious Too Cute Face who does amazing impersonations and for being, well, too cute; for my dry quick witted ex-husband for being a best friend, an unsung genius, and a dad who loves his son from the depths of his being. I'm grateful that he is making a movie only "loosely based" on the facts of his life and I stand behind it 100% percent.


What do you want to be grateful for?
I wish i was more grateful for the sunrise since I see it now three days of the week when I take Jude to the bus.

So, here and now, what are you grateful for? Don't worry about telling me how grateful you are for friends and family and air and food and all the obvious stuff we can assume to be true from our own lives UNLESS you wish to show me the details of that gratitude by taking me there as though I am right there being grateful with you... (what kind of food? Where are you with family and friends? Doing what on your vacation, where?)

(I mean sure, I'm grateful for my breath and yoga and kirtan and experiencing the bliss of the moment if and when I can ever get myself calm and slow enough to simply be there in it, in the simple always giving space between the breath, where infinity is—a garden of peace with ever blowing stardust and floating hearts, where we remember the fluid, simple, real life lessons we learned in the womb and that we all long to get back to)...

In other words, we know. We're remember. We've all been in a womb.


Maybe you have something else to say about gratitude too. Maybe you are not grateful for anything and are tired of thinking you should be grateful. I know I get tired of feeling like I oughta be grateful for my curly hair or my "good" health or whatever else is anything just short of "bad."


Lastly I am grateful that you are reading this right here and now instead of the 14000 other cliche things about gratitude you could be reading...

   and I'll be really grateful to read yours.... xoxoxoxo


PS: There's still time to get grateful with me and the gals at the upcoming Wild Writing Women! Winter Solstice WILD WOMEN WRITING RETREAT, SATURDAY DECEMBER 14, 2014, 10AM-4PM. We'll gather to write and remember our fire and sing our light on the page. Plus all the usual community, warm nourishing potluck joy, silly and sweetness. Register soon. Fills fast. $75

Writing with Rox WEEKLY—Bye Bye Google!

This morning I was watching one of my favorite psychodrama people talk about two of my favorite subjects: creativity and consciousness raising, the link between them and how as a species we may be moving out of the Age of Knowledge (what with everything we ever need to know available at the click of a thought) and into the Imagination Age. His talk gave me the lift I forgot I needed being so lost lately in my heavy head knowledge. "Heavy" because the coming of cold and dark makes me crazy in so many ways...and I fall for my mind's trappings when it comes to the suffering I create by  believing that my critics, both real and imagined, are right. That yes, it's true: I have no idea what I'm talking about. I'm full of b.s. I'm faking it and now everyone knows. Everyone knows I don't really know a ding dang thing, that I'm just a flower child with a flowery dream. Busted. Go to jail; go directly to jail; do not pass Go; do not collect $200. Well, egg on my face. Big Shit. Life is hard and then you die. Cliches are even more right than me.

  "Lifted" because there is still time and room to imagine (and create) this world into higher consciousness, one that values creativity, spontaneity, love, abundance, lovingkindness, authenticity, community, etc,  over fear, greed, competition, irony, anxiety, and needless suffering. In such a world, self criticism is never on the radar; why would you want to assault the one person who is always actively loving you? IN such a world, you are an awesome mom (or dad) or son (or daughter) or poet, or gardner or whatever you are just by being fully your authentic self, even if that means admitting you have a really hard time being your authentic self.

As I watched and had my heart lifted, I wondered, hmmmm, how can I somehow turn this talk into this week's prompt? How can I turn this into something to write about and/or inspire writing? Well... I couldn't. So I put it aside and ran for the bus to get to Jude; I was so absorbed in watching my psychodrama guy that I almost missed the bus, but I made it on time and then forgot all about it.

 Then, on the way to Circus school, Jude started in, as he will, about his creation story, which apparently began way before he was in my tummy. No, it was actually the dust of a red Lego that I somehow swallowed that carried him from this former life into the one inside my tummy. You see, Mama, I was once in Lego Land, a red Lego, where some family took me home and played with me until a giant fan blew my out of the window until I was a spec of dust. But guess what? Before that I was in the Amazon. Yeah, I was in the jungle. (I am forgetting what incarnation he was during that time). And before that, guess what? I was in this underground world below my school. There was a battle and I was part of it and then I went into space and landed in the Amazon...

I think he could've spun on and on like that. He seems to be heavily into the Imagination Age. And according to my psychodrama guy, this is where we need to be (with a little help from our higher consciousness, that is). So.

WHAT DOES YOUR IMAGINATION SHOW YOU TODAY?
HAVE YOU HUGGED YOUR IMAGINATION TODAY?
IT'S 10 PM; DO YOU KNOW WHERE YOUR IMAGINATION IS?
SERIOUSLY NOW...tune into the imagination show you have within you all the time... where does it go on the page? Follow the light...   Wanna post and share? YES, you can be anonymous. Just post and click "anonymous" and no one in their wildest imagination would ever know it was you.... xoxoxo



AND Get Wildly Imaginative you Wild Writing Women! Winter Solstice WILD WOMEN WRITING RETREAT, SATURDAY DECEMBER 14, 2014, 10AM-4PM. We'll gather to write and remember our fire and sing our light on the page. Plus all the usual community, warm nourishing potluck joy, silly and sweetness. Register soon. Fills fast. $75

Writing with Rox WEEKLY—Are you there?

Hello? Hello? Are you there? Are you coming home?...

Occasionally I'll have a tapestry of lyrics from the 1980s and earlier running through my head....when I tune in and listen to my own head-radio it's pretty funny sometimes: just what are these lyrics trying to tell me? (This, too, makes a great writing prompt...) 

Laurie Anderson's Oh Superman is one of the most dreadfully depressing songs I have ever loved and I cringe to acknowledge it was close to #1 on my childhood soundtrack, a compilation that still awakens my lost and lonely adolescent self, yet ironically provides a certain self-indulgent Morrissey type misery-comfort I cannot get enough of. So what is Laurie asking of me? Why is Pink Floyd wanting me to wonder "is there anybody out there?"

I suppose there is a natural letdown after a weekend of writing with women. Once again, an entire weekend of writing and sharing stories with my women writing tribe reminds me that no matter how long you've known someone, and no matter how much you think you know them, there is always more, always deeper when you sit and write together. Of course, there is the added depth of being out of the city, relaxing by the fire, overlooking the lake and the quiet. The space to just hang out and be girls with each other. We hang out in our yoga clothes/PJs, drink our coffee and wine, watch the birds, eat our special food...  We talk about our men, our moms, our kids... take off our make-up,  forget about our hair...get growly, let our PMS all hang out—or whatever ails us. No need to hide anything. We do enough of that out there. Of course we let the joy hang out too; we write our dreams, of our happiest days and days to come, we get silly with Haiku and Haibun, we watch things our kids love on YouTube... And with each round of writing, we get closer and closer, to one another, to ourselves, our truth.

 God, I love my writing family. The collective voice that reverberates when we sit and write together is always this: I hear you. I am here. I am listening.

We need this. I need this, I should say. Especially days like today when it's gray. It's Tuesday. It's cold. You know winter is long and coming. Your brain is fuzzy. You sleep too late. Things are slightly out of focus. Writing offers comfort, and writing is a lonely business. It's a struggle to do the daily things. You know this too shall pass. You know the sludge will clear, the sun will spill itself eventually, the communities will soon gather near to write, to eat, to watch sunsets together... You know this is all part of the cycle of life. And yet, on days like this, you can't ignore the wondering...is there anybody out there? Where is everyone?

I wonder, what if, just out of curiosity, as an experiment, what if everyone reading this wrote a line that would create a collective poem that responded to that question: ARE YOU THERE? ARE YOU LISTENING? CAN YOU HEAR ME? I know you are there, I know you are listening, and... how would that echo out? What would a thousand voices echoing I am here sound like in cyber space? In real space?

What if there were so many answers, everything from "yes, Rox, I'm here. Here I am..." to "Yes. Hello..." to dead silence, to "I'm not sure where I am, Rox..." to "who are you and how the hell did I get on your mailing list?" ?

So what would happen if I invited you to scroll down and introduce yourself, say that you are here, listening to me, listening to you, listening to all of it at once? Are you there? Are you listening? What do you hear? Are you coming home?

You could answer by name or not, by song or haiku, by whatever intuitively comes... Can you hear me? Are you there?



But before you do... if you want to write in community with great women tribe, be sure and save your spot asap for the annual Winter Solstice WILD WOMEN WRITING RETREAT, SATURDAY DECEMBER 14, 2014, 10AM-4PM. We'll gather to write and remember our fire and sing our light on the page. Plus all the usual community, warm nourishing potluck joy, silly and sweetness. Register soon. Fills fast. $75

Now, as I was saying... Are you listening? Are you there?

WWRweekly—A New Car!

Growing up, I worshipped The Price is Right. We watched it nearly every summer day on my best friend Li's embroidered yellow couches, coming in from the pool to cool off, sprawled easily in our bathing suits, Pringles and Eskimo Pies at the ready.  Ah, the good life... there was something about being in Hollywood, watching Hollywood glamorized on television, knowing we were living a few miles away from the CBS studios in West Hollywood and watching folks "come on down!" to experience a little tease and taste of our glamorous palm tree culture.

We recited the lines along with Bob Barker telling the contestant onstage that "I'd love to give you this..." pause, pause...and then along with Johnny Olson voice overing: "A NEW CAR!" and the screens would open to reveal a shiny new Mustang or convertible with a blonde model standing next to it for emphasis, as if to say, "sure! I come with the car! Aren't we a sexy pair?"

Then the guy or gal would do some wild seventies dance which we would sometimes do in unison. After all, what could be better than a shiny new car? Cars were everything in my young mind. Advertising promoting superficial values worked well on me and I envisioned my future on Rodeo Drive driving a different Rolls Royce for every day of the week. My soccer coach picked me up weekly in his Rolls or Mercedes and I figured as a "famous actress," I'd be able to afford at least ten times that and more, for he was just a soccer coach, after all. Naivete comes in handy when your just a young girl with stars in your eyes.

The truth is I never owned a NEW CAR! In fact, I have a really hard time with new. New clothes, new things for the house, books, etc all tend to sit around for a good while before I am brave enough to remove the plastic/tags/etc and use them. I've had four cars in my young life, all of which have been hand-me-downs from my dad. Last week I had to retire the last, Odelle, in the father-daughter line because it's getting time to put her down.

The irony is that I'm not one bit of a car gal. My enthusiasm for shopping for a "new" car these past weeks was akin to shopping for a vacuum. Not that I don't love, "Four," my new 2010 Prius... not that she won't be part of the family in no time. It's just that she's too... new. I'm afraid of her. I don't want to hurt her and I'm just a tiny bit concerned that she doesn't feel the same about me. I'm not sure were that well suited; I may not be hip enough for her. If cars were assigned based on hipness, I'd be assigned the horse and buggy.  Essentially she's like my Smart Phone, but she moves; it's been two years and I still  haven't figured out my phone yet... heck maybe it moves too! In any case, I don't want her to get the wrong idea about my lifestyle...I don't know if I can keep up with her. She's much more advanced in the ways of the modern world than I, makes a bold statement about the current times, which she obviously knows a lot more about than I do.

So then Four is a Smart Car; she's a machine that also happens to drive, which I am starting to figure out, but it's taking me a while. Did you know I can answer the phone with my steering wheel? I can also watch a DVD while cruising down 94. It plays a million CDs at a time and even has satellite radio; I don't know what satellite radio is. Nothing surprises me since going to House on the Rock this past summer, but how am I supposed to concentrate on my driving when I'm trying to sync up my phone with my car via bluetooth and I don't even know what Bluetooth is. Does it have anything to do with someone's mouth? She has an onscreen map that tells me exactly where I am, where I've been and where I'm going, meaning she has a much better memory than I do. The kicker is that you don't need a key to start her up. That's right, just like the future promised. When Jude, my six-year-old, got in today for the first time he must have thought he walked into a moving video game because as I was remembering how to start it (really), he goes, "Can I push some buttons too, Mama?" I couldn't explain why or why not. "Later," I said, which I will regret. I believe I'm still in shock, still forcing my brain into a cognitive reality it is not yet willing to embrace. When Too Cute Face got in, he couldn't stop repeating how much it resembled a spaceship. I think that was how he handled the shock.

Keep in mind, neither of us has spent much time in a car built before 2000 and if we had our way, we'd all go by bike and foot.

A NEW CAR!!!

If Bob Barker back in the seventies would have shown us the car of the future on The Price is Right,  Four would have been it for sure. I can just imagine little me on Li's couch, wide-eyed with relief, dreaming of my future life where all I would need to get out of LA and live happily ever after was a click of a button or wave of the hand.  Good old Bob Barker and his Hollywood pals had convinced me it was that easy and I couldn't afford to imagine it any other way. Some day life would be too good to be true.



WHAT IS YOUR (NEW)CAR STORY? 




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WRITING WITH ROX WEEKLY (Good) News

I got a new car!

WRITING WITH ROX WEEKLY (Happy) Announcements

Great news! I have immediate openings in my Friday Morning Women's Writing Group as well as my monthly Tuesday evening Healing Group! Email me rox@writingwithrox.com if you want to join in on the coolness!

I need an intern! Free classes/retreats/etc, great experience!

 rox@writingwithrox.com

Want to write but not ready to come to a class?   

You can take any of my classes online! Inquire within!rox@writingwithrox.com  

Also, I am happy to introduce WRITE LOVE NOW, my first online class. Want more love in your life? For your life? For your writing? For yourself? For your (Jewish) mother? Grow the love, linger in the love week-by week and see how "if you write it, it will come!" Call or e me for more information: rox@writingwithrox.com    612-703-4321  

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Wild Woman Wild Solstice Writing Retreat  Saturday December 21, 2013

WRITING WITH ROX WEEKLY Woo-Woo Writing Wisdom...

Admit your shortcomings on the page! Laugh at yourself, allow the world to laugh with you and write their own shortcomings stories... Admit what you don't know and see how far that can take you on the page. You'll have lots of fun. You might begin to take life less seriously too♥  

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Writing with Rox WEEKLy—Revising: Your Memoir or Your Life

I like to tell writers around here that "if you write it, it will come," which makes me like the zillionth person to parodize the original from the baseball movie with Kevin Costner.... er.... Field of Dreams? Well... here at the little Beach of Dreams, which, yes, I "built" out of my dreams, I love to see how writers are able to visualize their "ideal"or "dream" life on the page with all the warm fuzzy details. And over time, wouldn't you know it, that life begins to get closer and closer to the here and now until voila, dreams come true.



Not that they aren't actions to take along the way. Hard work to do, etc. In fact, along the way......

Sometimes writers go back in time to revise/revision their lives with a new voice, a now voice, a VOICE OF EXPERIENCE, as memoirist Sue Silverman writes about in her memoir Fearless Confessions. In that all-knowing, all-loving voice, we are able to talk to our younger selves and offer whatever words we needed at the time, but for whatever reasons were unable to give ourselves. By traveling back in time on the page, we can do some wonderful healing work on ourselves and our life "story"/script. Writing is quite amazing for time travel. You can go anywhere and just linger. Talk to anyone.

Lately my dad has been coming to me on the page, a voice of experience of a different kind. He likes to remind me that I am doing a fine job raising my son, and... it's important that I remember boys are not girls.

"Rox..." he says in his familiar point-making-with-a-pause voice, "He's a boy...  let him do boy things, already. What? You expect him to always want to go shopping with you? Take nature walks? This is a  strong boy, Rox... he wants to use some force, some strength... Take him out to hit baseballs..."

"Dad. I do..."

"Take him out to hit baseballs...he doesn't want to go to Target or go have coffee...He spends too much time with adults having coffee..."

"Dad, I know. I wish you were here to take him to do some of these things. You guys would be such great friends. He's a lot like you. You should see him run..."

"I see him... I see him... He's my grandson for Christ Sakes."

"Well, don't you think he takes after you?"

 "Alright, that's enough now. I'm off to the ocean. Just remember about the baseballs... By the way, Rox... I met your friend Grandma Rose. She's... I like her, Rox... she's... she's an artist, you know? Artist..."

"That's great dad. I knew you two would hit it off."



The point is...Over the years I like to  re-read the memoir that I wrote during early 00's getting my MFA at the U called "I Love Lucy and She Loves Me Too" about growing up latchkey in seventies LA. The more distance I get from it, the more it reads like a novel and I find my empathy for younger me to be enormous: Wow! Who is this angry young person? Why is she so hard on herself? Yikes, I don't think that's a very wise decision... Man,  if only she could take a yoga class... Sometimes I forget it is actually me I am reading about and I find myself wondering what the heck is going to happen next!

After nearly ten years, I'm slowly making my way back toward the memoir with the story that needs to be written. I had to do some living first, some revising and re-visioning of my personal life—build up the story a bit, own my part, do my healing, etc—so that I'd actually have something more than a funny rant about Ma and LA, the two central characters. Not only have I changed the title to "Here's Fifty Cents and You Two F*ckers Can Take the Bus Home!" but I have also dug in there with my Voice of Experience to heal the younger me who wrote the first draft. Could I have published it then? Sure, probably...but I just knew it wasn't ready or right. Will I publish it eventually? Sure... and there's no hurry. The story stands strong and I sure look forward to being able to spend some time with it... and I suspect I will feel that way about writing (and my life) for a very long time, which perhaps is how (and why) it ends happily ever after.

WHAT IS YOUR HAPPILY EVER AFTER STORY? WHAT PART OF YOUR MEMOIR/LIFE WOULD YOU LIKE TO GO BACK AND VISIT AND SPEAK TO IN YOUR VOICE OF EXPERIENCE? WHO DO YOU WANT TO MEET ON THE PAGE?


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WRITING WITH ROX WEEKLY (Good) News

Want to see something really funny? It has nothing to do with anything but boy, is is funny!  http://jjcoconutpark.blogspot.com/2013/10/cow-eats-my-phone.html

Speaking of dreams...I'm beginning to dream again about the Little Book of Beach, a long-time-in-the-making anthology of the amazing raw/intuitive writing that has been written here at the Beach, hopefully the first of many...  

WRITING WITH ROX WEEKLY (Happy) Announcements

Great news! I have immediate openings in my Friday Morning Women's Writing Group as well as my monthly Tuesday evening Healing Group! Email me rox@writingwithrox.com if you want to join in on the coolness!

Attention writers! My amazing friend Lindsay is doing some really cool amazing work over at Courageous Hearts and is looking for a few helpers with heart! Here's what she has to say!

"We're planning to have a writing class at courageous heARTS for the 2nd quarter! The Youth Advisory Board chose to have a character development class called "Heroes and Villains".  We're hoping this can lead in to an illustration/comic book class during the next session. 

We're looking for someone to serve as a Creative Guide for this class on either Wed or Thurs evenings.  The class will be from 4:30-6p and Guides are asked to add 30 min on either end for prep and clean up.  2nd quarter runs for 9 weeks from Nov. 4-Jan. 17 (2 weeks off for winter break).  

http://www.courageous-hearts.org/index.html

I need an intern! Free classes/retreats/etc, great experience!

 rox@writingwithrox.com

Want to write but not ready to come to a class?   

You can take any of my classes online! Inquire within!rox@writingwithrox.com  

Also, I am happy to introduce WRITE LOVE NOW, my first online class. Want more love in your life? For your life? For your writing? For yourself? For your (Jewish) mother? Grow the love, linger in the love week-by week and see how "if you write it, it will come!" Call or e me for more information: rox@writingwithrox.com    612-703-4321  

Got news to share? Let me know! I'll post it here!

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New! Fourth Annual Fall Women's Writing Retreat On the lake in Spicer, MN!

Friday October 25-27, 2013 

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WRITING WITH ROX WEEKLY Woo-Woo Writing Wisdom...

Always keep in mind that change is possible and more importantly, expected in a memoir (just like in a novel or movie!) We as readers hunger to see the "main character" change on the page so as to inspire our own change, etc!     So...as needed or wanted.... change on the page/change in life! Write a great memoir! Live a great life!♥  

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WWRweekly—Found Sweetness

The following is a "found poem" or "collage poem" from a bunch of my students who responded so kindly via email to my having to cancel classes aaaall of last week... 

What's a collage poem? Shucks, you just take a bunch of random words and make some chop suey ninja word salad. Think Magnetic Poetry, only you find the words. Where do you find them? Anywhere! Nature. The paper. Any paper. And don't stop at words. Grammar, puncture-ation, space on the page. And goodness me, don't stop at poetry! Try your next memoir in found-verse if you'd like! Fiction? Sure! Emoticons? I dont' see why not! Work with your own rhythm and writing voice while conveying the pulse/heart of the piece (if there is one!)  In the following "found poem," my intent is pretty clear, but sometimes the intent is just to be wild fire on the page or... anything youd' like on the page for that matter...

Enjoy! and then go write your own. 



What My Students Said When I Had to Cancel Class Because of Walking Pneumonia  

Rest easy Rox.  
That means nap as much as you can. 
Let go, 
           Let God. 
      Have a nappy down day with your 'banky'. 
      Don't try to push through unless you have extra energy.  

Words of experience from my body: 

Rest....most important thing.... 

I had it in July. 

you poor thing, just take care of you.  If you were one of us you would say heal and then write about it later.  This is dangerous stuff and you have to kick it.  We can meet next week.  

Rest....most important thing.... 

I had it in July. 

I don't think I'm afraid of contagion but I've had this stuff and you will be weak for a while.  I say take another Friday off so you'll be able to have class and group next week. 

I am sorry you have walking pneumonia. That sounds rough. 

I had it in July.

Rest....most important thing.... 

I had it in July. 

I had it in July.

Honey, I cannot believe you are sick again.  What's going on?  I will call you today (Friday). 

Rest....most important thing.... 

I had it in July. 

So sorry to you're not feeling well, Rox.  

Feel better soon!  

Healing thoughts heading your way

Oh no!  

    

       Will go outside right now with the stars and the moon and face west and slightly south and send some light and love.  

Feel better soon.

Yuck.

Oh no!

I hope you feel well soon! 

        

     I'm sending positive healing energy your way

Oh no! 

Sorry to hear that, Roxy. 
eew! 

Oh no!

Rest well

and feel better soon.

Love you!

Love and chicken soup

and feel better soon

Rest Well.

Well Rest.

Well.... Rest.

and feel better soon.

and feel better soon.

and better feel soon.

and soon better feel.

and better soon better

and soon better soon.

Love       Love     

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WRITING WITH ROX WEEKLY (Good) News

Well...so... the not-so-good news is that I have walking pneumonia (but the good news is I am actually doing MUCH better now, but was wiped out for an ENTIRE week! Thank you all for your patience!) The other good news is I made it home safe and sound from Madeline Island! What an adventure! Stories to come! I am most grateful to the amazing, amazing, students who joined me along with my wonderfully huge-hearted mindfulness guide and co-faciltator Tom Glaser.  As always, I was humbled, awakened, electrified with emotion, yoga, laughter, and the ever-giving moment. 

Also, I am happy to introduce WRITE LOVE NOW, my first online class. Want more love in your life? For your life? For your writing? For yourself? For your (Jewish) mother? Grow the love, linger in the love week-by week and see how "if you write it, it will come!" Call or e me for more information: rox@writingwithrox.com    612-703-4321  

WRITING WITH ROX WEEKLY (Happy) Announcements

I need an intern! Free classes/retreats/etc, great experience!

 rox@writingwithrox.com

Want to write but not ready to come to a class?   

You can take any of my classes online! Inquire within! rox@writingwithrox.com  

AND/OR 

Also, I am happy to introduce WRITE LOVE NOW, my first online class. Want more love in your life? For your life? For your writing? For yourself? For your (Jewish) mother? Grow the love, linger in the love week-by week and see how "if you write it, it will come!" Call or e me for more information: rox@writingwithrox.com    612-703-4321  

UPCOMING 

Intuitive Writing 12 week class series

begins NEXT THURSDAY October 3, 2013

@The Loft Literary Center   Register soon! Fills fast!

New! Fourth Annual Fall Women's Writing Retreat 

On the lake in Spicer, MN!

Friday October 25-27, 2013 

Noon Friday-1 pm Sunday    Call for details!  

WRITING WITH ROX WEEKLY Woo-Woo Writing Wisdom...

Save your emails. You never know when they'll turn into poetry. "Found E- Poems" make excellent cards/gifts...............We'll be doing lots of FOUND writing in my INTUITIVE WRITING class at the Loft by the way...find me there! ♥

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