Last week during the annual post-Christmas reunion dinner with some of our friends from UC Davis, Ruth asked me if I had a favorite character that I have played. I was stumped so I asked Dave since he lives with all those characters and my opinions about them and I suppose he sees my relationshipsContinue reading “Falling in Love With the Characters”
Author Archives: elizabethdeitchman
Her Pack
She sat by the window in her small kitchen stirring her coffee absentmindedly and thinking about the dream that came to her again last night. In it the moon was rising over a field, its light reflecting off the snow in a pale glow. A line of evergreens stood sentry in the distance. EverythingContinue reading “Her Pack”
On Writing I: just keep writing
As I go back to my notes from my two weeks at Habla Ya, I see my writing at its most naked–handwritten in pencil with lots of crossing out and writing over–and I really like it. I have always believed in lots of drafts because it takes me so long to find out what itContinue reading “On Writing I: just keep writing”
La Adivina
En las montañas de Panamá en un pueblo tan pequeño que no está en una mapa, vive una mujer antigua y misteriosa. La gente del pueblo tiene miedo de ella pero también ellos la respetan. Nadie sabe su nombre. Es posible que ella olvidó su nombre hace muchos años. Pero ella puede predicir el fúturoContinue reading “La Adivina”
El campéon
El sol sale encima de las montañas y ilumina el valle. Un rio corre despacio a través del valle y la luz del sol baila sobre el agua. Muchas flores crecen al lado del rio y lo pinta el piso del valle con colores rojo, amarillo, morado, rosado, y naranjo. Es un día muy bonitaContinue reading “El campéon”
A return to writing
I used to write a lot. When I was a kid I wrote stories and kept first a diary then a journal (the difference as far as I can tell is that a diary says “my diary” on the front and has a little lock to keep unwanted readers out while a journal is justContinue reading “A return to writing”
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