by Paula Wagner | Mar 1, 2023 | General
Next, I pay attention to my surroundings: the iridescent green of a hummingbird whirring through the eucalyptus leaves outside my window. That enormous hawk I spotted sunning her creamy chest in the sun’s early rays high on a redwood spire. My mother always said she...
by Paula Wagner | Feb 1, 2023 | General
Stories are like mushrooms. Who knows where they start or end? Perhaps you stumble across one on a walk in the redwoods at dusk after a spring shower has drenched the earth and the conditions are just right. The setting sun streaks the trees in glowing bronze....
by Paula Wagner | Jan 2, 2023 | Newcomers in an ancient land
Adventure, Love, and Seeking Myself in 1960s Israel An excerpt from “Newcomers in an Ancient Land” “I crept along a dirt road under a black dome studded with stars on my way to my job as a volunteer in the vineyards of Kibbutz Dan. At four in the...
by Paula Wagner | Jan 2, 2023 | Outsiders in France
I’m so excited to share the mockup cover for Outsiders in France, the long awaited sequel to my first book. Like Newcomers in an Ancient Land, it’s part travelog and part self-exploration, but this time set France – with side trips to Algeria, Europe, the Balkans, and...
by Paula Wagner | Jan 1, 2023 | General
Writing a memoir is like setting off on a long journey, destination unknown. Straining under the weight of your own baggage – most of it unconscious – you’re soon forced to sort your memories for what rings true and what does not, what to keep and what to toss. And...
Patience or Perfection?March 1, 2023Next, I pay attention to my surroundings: the iridescent green of a hummingbird whirring through the eucalyptus leaves outside my window. That enormous hawk I spotted sunning her creamy chest in the sun’s early rays high on a redwood spire. My mother always said she wanted to be a bird in her next life. Now I’m sure of it. I imagine her spreading her spirit wings at dawn, then nesting with them again at dusk. […]No Comments
Stories are like mushroomsFebruary 1, 2023Stories are like mushrooms. Who knows where they start or end? Perhaps you stumble across one on a walk in the redwoods at dusk after a spring shower has drenched the earth and the conditions are just right. The setting sun streaks the trees in glowing bronze. […]No Comments
Newcomers in an Ancient LandJanuary 2, 2023Adventure, Love, and Seeking Myself in 1960s Israel An […]No Comments
Outsiders in FranceJanuary 2, 2023I’m so excited to share the mockup cover for Outsiders […]No Comments
Is Hindsight 20/20? Checking the Crystal Ball in your Rear-View MirrorJanuary 1, 2023No Comments