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September 26, 2022
This image is the closest I could come to what I have in my imagination. I am not certain Zelie had colored pencils. In any case, I have never seen any. She will acquire other supplies as the story
By Susan Dixon
September 16, 2022
Once upon a time …. I found a story.
I was working on a project (my doctoral dissertation) where I had to show that what I said was True. I had to
By Susan Dixon
September 9, 2022
Each day, the autumn, eating a little further
into the bone. …
Poem Kerry Hardie. Image by Dede Hatch
By Susan Dixon
May 10, 2022
At the end of The Audiobook, I invited listeners to “take the time to listen,” partly because Mark (co-author of Seeking Quan Am) had said, “If one talks too much about the good times, people perceive a candidate for
By Susan Dixon
February 17, 2022
Years ago I used a device to help me teach about good writing, although the device in question might be insulted by the term. He was a coyote who I referred to simply as Coyote. In the storytime in
By Susan Dixon
February 17, 2022
I wanted to get us to Friendship Village, the rehabilitation center on the outskirts of Hanoi, founded by an American veteran and once again Hai had to be persistent and not give up on the mission.
By Susan Dixon
February 16, 2022
It is March 1969 in a place west of Saigon that the men called the Tobacco Field. They also called it Ambush Valley. Civilians were rare here, so when this group of farmers walked nearby, Captain Meager (hands on
By Susan Dixon
February 12, 2022
This was an introduction to Seeking Quan Am that I kept for a long time before going in a different direction.
Mark Smith and I were sitting with a friend in a coffee shop in Ithaca, N.Y. waiting for a
By Susan Dixon
September 7, 2020
Women are not less fierce than men, less dedicated to ideals, less passionate about beliefs. But women, at least when they are not trying to succeed in a man’s world, write differently than men. They use language differently. Their
By Susan Dixon
December 3, 2019
This is another story about Coyote, who is entirely a literary device, albeit one with a personality.
“Tell me a story,” I demanded.
‘Demanded’ might be too strong a word because I meant it as a compliment. Coyote tells such good
By Susan Dixon
December 3, 2019
There is something very satisfying about writing on a typewriter—rolling the paper in, the active little clicks, ripping the paper out if what you wrote didn’t work …. Or just ripping the paper out if it was time to
By Susan Dixon
November 22, 2019
A year ago I sat on a folding chair in an ordinary meeting room listening to poetry. The room had a table with the usual hospitality contributions – bottles of juices and water, crackers, a tray of vegetables and
By Susan Dixon