Upcoming Events

The following events are coming up for Writers in the Grove members and the general public.

  • Mondays: 9-11AM Creative Writing Workshop – Free – Forest Grove Community and Senior Center
  • Second Saturdays: 10:30am-noon Creative Writing Workshop – Free – Forest Grove Public Library
  • Conversations with Writers, last Monday of each month, 7-9PM, Reedville Presbyterian Church, Aloha
  • Washington County Writers Forum, first Thursday of each month, 7-8:30PM, Insomnia Coffee, downtown Hillsboro.


The following was inspired by the prompt A First Event in Your Life, and is by Writers in the Grove member, Sandra K. Yeaple Serrano.

The first time, I knew I was different. The age was 5 years old, it was summer time, in Portland, Oregon, very hot, as so my child’s mind thought. It was colder under my bed, so I crawled under there, and fell asleep in the far corner, hiding in my corner. I was asleep and I woke with a start at the very bad dream I just had. So I went running down the stairs of our three story house, my grandfather had bought for my mom, when they all came from the Wyoming Territory back in his days. My grandfather had bought the house right next door for my Uncle too. But as I ran down the stairs calling for my mommy, I saw her on the couch folding the endless laundry she always tried doing, with all four of us kids. I was crying and she said, whats wrong? I said, I had a bad dream mommy, and she said to tell her about it, so I did. I told her that our dog Bell, had ripped open the screen top my little brother and I used to hold our lizards in their cage, as we let them get some sun. I said Bell ate mine too and spit it out on our front porch! As I cried to my mommy, She said that it was only a dream. And dreams we not real. I hugged her and said thank you mommy, I love you! She said you’re welcome and I love you too! We heard Bell barking and running around outside, so mom, and I got up and ran onto the front porch, to see what the ruckus was about. Bell was at the cage of the lizards we were letting sun bathe, just like in my dream, my mother and I watched Bell and she did the same thing as in my dream! She opened the cage by scratching off the screen, and reached in and grabbed a lizard, chomping on it as she ran over to us on the porch, and prompting spit out my lizard, right between my mother and me! I looked up at my mom, with my jaw hanging open, with a look of, I didn’t do it, on my face! Not to mention the look of shock and disbelief on her own face! That was my very first Vision God gave me, come to life!


Prompt-a-Month: The Letter Opened

Writers in the Grove Prompt-a-Month badge.The August prompt-a-month for our Writers in the Grove members is:

“You opened my letter…”

Writers in the Grove members may hand in their submissions during the workshops or use our members only submission form. Check out the guidelines and instructions for submissions in the announcement.


Prompt 1:

  • List two to three things you thought you would achieve in life but never did. Think of career goals or dreams you had when you were young.
  • List two to three things you did in fact achieve that you never anticipated.
  • Write about one of them or make observations on several of them and what it says about who you came to be.


Prompt 2:

  • Gremlins in your house 🙂

There seem to be universal experiences we all have, such as setting a cup of coffee down and then not being able to remember where we left it. Or how the car keys keep getting lost. It’s those mysterious and unseen Gremlins in the house we blame for these acts.

Write on your encounters with these events and how they affect you and those around you.



The prompt for last Monday’s meeting was to write about a “first” event or experience in your life.

For example it could be about your first car, or your first kiss.

  • Make a list of three or four “first” events or experiences from your life.
  • Choose one from your list and write about it. Describe what you felt at the time or how it impacted you.



Today’s prompt is from the book “The Book of Awakening”, by Mark Nepo.

Moments, Not Words

Like the moon,
come out from behind
the clouds! And Shine!
      – BUDDHA

When I think of those who’ve taught me how to love, moments come to mind, not words. As far back as grade school, when Lorrie wouldn’t stop spinning when recess ended. Spinning to a deeper, higher call she laughed, her little head back, her arms wide, trying to hug the world.

Then, the day Kennedy was shot, there was my choir teacher, Mr. P., crying for a man he didn’t know, letting us go home, but I came back to hear him play a sad piano to what he thought was an empty room. And Grandma holding my little hands open on her basement steps, saying, “These are the oldest things you own.”

Or the changing faces I would wake to at the foot of my bed while recovering from surgery. Or my father-in-law watering black walnuts six inches high that wouldn’t be fully grown for a hundred and fifty years. Or my oldest friend who always listens like a lake.

Though words can carry love, they often point to it. It is the picking up of something that has dropped, and the giving of space for someone to discover for themselves what it means to be human, and the forgiving of mistakes when we realize that we’ve done.


Prompt-a-Month: First Thoughts

Writers in the Grove Prompt-a-Month badge.The July prompt-a-month for our Writers in the Grove members is:

What is the first thought when the alarm goes off in the morning?

Writers in the Grove members may hand in their submissions during the workshops or use our members only submission form. Check out the guidelines and instructions for submissions in the announcement.