Books, History, Writing

In the Time of Hitler

I fell in love in the time of Hitler. Turmoil escalated the terror of what we-those of us who lived on the coast of the long, skinny state - when German submarines scaled our borders. The waves no longer reflected silver-blue of the moon. They shook in fear of what lay below their waters. Two… Continue reading In the Time of Hitler

Writing

Sharing in Rejection

I read about rejection from other bloggers in the past week. I like to know what other writers and editors have to say. Rejection is a hard topic for many writers to face, but it is a challenge for authors, poets, or lyricists. I have listened to other authors talk about how to face rejection… Continue reading Sharing in Rejection

Writing

Power of a Word, Part II: Intimidation

I grew up with a slight stutter. Teachers pulled me out of my classes in elementary school. I felt like a special kid. I was a special kid in many ways. Doctors diagnosed me with this and that, but one of my main challenges was the fact I stuttered. I disliked reading aloud. Scratch that… Continue reading Power of a Word, Part II: Intimidation

Writing

Power of a Word, Part I

"Watch your language," my mom would say in one of my teen angst moments. My sixteen-year-old self replied, "Yes, ma'am." I waited for her to turn her back, and I muttered a smart mouth comment. The words can hurt, one word is all it takes, or the watch your words lectures entered my ears a… Continue reading Power of a Word, Part I

Writing

Color in the Fog

By Rebecca T. Dickinson In the winter, I miss the fresh markets. The little market up the road from my home closes in December. It is rare to see snow cover the area where I live unless it is a cold winter like 2009-2010 and 2010-2011. A small part of me grieves for the empty,… Continue reading Color in the Fog

Writing

Write on the Art

By Rebecca T. Dickinson Advice is thrown at writers every day. It matters not if the writer is a professional with his or her own flair and grasp of grammar, or someone like me, who is at the starting line. Sometimes it feels like every breath I draw is the amount of advice I receive… Continue reading Write on the Art