Whoever said a watched pot never boils never listened to the soft hum of the water as it unfurls into tendrils of steam, never felt the rising heat warm his face in the morning chill, never saw the lazy swirl of the surface before it breaks into a song of bubbles, into a cauldron of promises and spells the watching of which keeps me, for a moment, on the threshold between the past and the future, pondering neither. ©2020 Anna Witte
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A little about myself:Hello there and thank you for visiting my website! I have lived in Spain, Mexico, France and the United States, but now make my home in Germany. I have a Ph.D. in Literary Studies and a Master's in TESOL, and have published several books for children, among them El Loro Tico Tango and El Fandango de Lola, a 2012 Ezra Jack Keats Honor Book. As a writer and an artist I'm in constant conversation with my own anxious mind even as I celebrate the joyful possibilities of our crazy, incomprehensible world. Archives
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