My History of Wall Paint–Kathie Hightower
Memoir: I grew up with white walls. And I wonder now, didn’t everyone back in the 1950’s and 1960’s and 1970’s? Or was it because we lived in government housing,
Blue Heart-Andy Barker
Fiction: Lucius is unmoored, unanchored, untethered. Nothing holding him to his life where it should be. He lies awake, alone in the dark. There’s that time, sailing with the kids
The Blue Door-Ellis Conklin
Memoir: A couple of newspaper reporters talking, Seattle, 1994. It’s June. They’re sharing a small table by the coffee pot in the corner of the newsroom. A lemon-iced sheet cake
Manzanita Writers’ Series to celebrate launch of North Coast Squid 8th edition
The literary journal, featuring some of the region’s most talented writers and artists, goes on sale Oct. 1 The Hoffman Center Writing Programs will celebrate the launch of the 8th
Second Annual Plant Sale Update
Second Annual Plant Sale a Big Success! Thank you! We are happy to announce our plant sale was a success due to your enthusiasm and participation. All proceeds support our
Writers–Tell Us What You Think!
As we try to return to some semblance of normalcy, with fewer pandemic-related restrictions on our daily life, we are taking stock of our programs at the Hoffman Center for
Three Summers-TheresAnn Bosserman
Memoir: Roses The light that evening slanted across the porch through the white sun blinds and between the posts of the gray porch railing in golden streams. The rare roses
Mr. Hobo Risin’-Tom Lackaff
Memoir: The first time you jump on a moving train, it feels like flying. Many of the elements of flight are there: steady forward motion, exhilarating wind in your face,
59 Days, 21 States-Laura E. Bailey
Memoir: There is a logic, a rhythm, to a well-executed road trip. I’ve been planning this one for years, a manila folder the repository of scraps of paper with scribbled
Along the Way-Gary Albright
Memoir: Jim and I had been canoeing through Canada for years and, in fact, Jim had been doing so since he was a child. Every trip to Canada was precious,