This is one of the writers’ workshops in the San Dimas Senior Center. I took these photos last Wednesday. Al is the chairperson while Pat is away. She isn't here right now, but is behind the scene. Last Wednesday, Al gave me back my first draft of "Estimates" with Pat's comment. I must have read the story to the group probably last September! Thank you Pat and Al.
I don’t know if this scene was before or after Frank shared his jokes of the week. To understand jokes indicates a high achievement in learning a foreign language. I often miss it. I wish I could get a print copy of his jokes. But I won’t because if I read them and still don’t laugh, we both will be disappointed.
We had about 15 people last week. The recess time was as enjoyable as the reading time. Dolores Cullen, a Chaucer expert and my editor, said guests are always welcome, so a friend of mine, a lady in green, came along with me because Wednesday is our fish taco day.
On this day, I began talking about races and our roots, and we had a heated discussion on cultural taboos. I was thinking of sending my story “The Night” to a nonfiction magazine, but because of their input, I had an opportunity to think further about it and deepen the story. I always appreciate honest opinions much more than any praise. Otherwise, I can’t improve my writing and myself.
I think they had told each other what color of clothes they would wear the following week. Saundra heads her memoir workshop at the same center. Frank’s play will be in production this May.
Here is Nonie, our madonna.