The #best #writing #retreat ever!

My Fourth Annual writing retreat in Cambria with 6 gorgeous writers. Oh, how I loved leading this, listening to their stories, seeing everyone learn from everyone else. Laughing. Giggling. Crying. Eating. Beach walking. Shopping! And a final caper we’ll never forget. #amwriting #amteaching #womencrushwednesday#womenwritersofinstagram #womenwrite



Slipper Camp – LOVE


With so much negativity around us, I want to focus on love. How about you? I’m eager to write about love and to read the words of 10 writers who want to join me on this journey. So. On July 29, 2016, LOVE will be the subject of the seventh online Writing Slipper Camp of 2016.
I hope you will be 1 of the 10 writers who will receive 3 illustrated prompts about LOVE every OTHER morning for 20 days, along with daily writing tips and coaching suggestions. You will be writing 1,000 words (2 pages) on 1 of the 3 daily prompts and sending it to me by midnight every OTHER day.

Starts July 29th/ends August 16. Over 250 writers/non-writers have taken this structured online writing class since 2011.

The class is $200 and you can sign up via Facebook or email me (lspravina21@gmail.com) :).  What the world needs now is love, sweet love.

NOTE: Slipper Camps fills up fast…

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One Year Ago

Our Bali granddaughter, our beloved Jazz came to Brentwood with me where I taught a writing class as she read and drew and thoroughly enchanted the class. Afterwards, we went out for ice cream. And here she is, almost 7, pure sweetness and beauty, sharing a moment of love with me. In six weeks, I leave for Bali to celebrate her 8th birthday in her home, where she was born in a bathtub of frangipani flowers, delivered into the loving hands of midwife Ibu Robin Lim. I was the first to hold her, after her mama and papa. When they handed her to me I was overcome with love. I’m still overcome with love for Jazz. I haven’t been with her since August and she says she’s waiting until I arrive to cut her hair. I’m waiting, too, Jazz. For the moment you’re in my arms again, always deeply familiar despite the months and the miles. That’s what love does. Keeps us heart to heart. Keeps us deeply connected. Always. Our beloved Jazz..