About Us

 

Words of a Feather is a  group of women writers who meet at Feathers Future tucked away in Great Yarmouth on the East Coast of England.  

The organization is a place where women can feel safe, valued and free to be themselves, knowing they are not alone which provides long term trauma informed support shaped by Feathers values that meet both practical and emotional needs of women. 

The Writing Group is an open, welcoming space where women can write together in a supportive and exciting environment with a professional writer.


Your writing voice is the deepest possible reflection of who you are. The job of your voice is not to seduce or flatter or make well-shaped sentences. In your voice your readers should be able to hear the contents of your mind, your heart, your soul.'  (Meg Rossoff)

We hope you enjoy the stories, poetry and texts included here. 




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