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January 10, 2023
While the flu had hold of me, I couldn’t remember the names of things. It was like my brain had just stopped dealing with minor details as it re-ordered itself. That frightened my daughter who began to ask for
By Susan Dixon
January 4, 2023
In the week between Christmas and New Years I had Plans. I reviewed my 2022 calendar and made notes in the one for 2023. January 2022 had virtually no notes at all except for little To Do lists for
By Susan Dixon
December 13, 2022
It is said that when Druids were in training they would spend hours at a time in stone beehive huts, utterly in the dark, so as to be able to memorize the enormous body of knowledge their culture held.
By Susan Dixon
November 1, 2022
Show’s over, folks. And didn’t October do A bang-up job? …. Maggie Dietz, “November,” in That Kind of Happy (The University of Chicago Press, 2016)
By Susan Dixon
October 27, 2022
“Haint” is an Appalachian world for a spirit, a ghost, a haunt. My mother saw one once. This is about when I heard one.
By Susan Dixon
October 10, 2022
Trying to understand the 12th century from the vantage point of the 21st is like trying to imagine the life of one of those organisms in the depth of the ocean. We can’t do it. Too much has been
By Susan Dixon
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