We're talking the difference between storms and hurricanes.
Parts of a Memoir
We're talking the difference between storms and hurricanes.
Month: June 2019
How do You Know What Subject is Best for Your Writing?
Tell me. What's your story? You have to have a hook, right? You have about 30 seconds to get someone's attention rather a literary agent, publisher, or someone to whom you're trying to introduce your writing. I know the feeling. It still sometimes feels uncomfortable for me to feel like I'm promoting my writing when some… Continue reading How do You Know What Subject is Best for Your Writing?
Expand Your Writing Platform
I was never comfortable saying, "Hey, check out this latest collection my work was published in." Especially to my family. I'm of the opinion any writing I did would not impress the whole of my family or even friends from the past. Like many people, I compartmentalize aspects of my life. Career, raising children, daily… Continue reading Expand Your Writing Platform
What You Need to Know about Trauma: Pushing People Away
Why do people who experience trauma push others away? Let's talk about it. Click the link below to The Bridesmaid Reject. Features new pictures and art by my son and I. via What You Need to Know about Trauma: Pushing People Away
Walk Along the Beach, a poem
I reach for your hand to walk along the beach. White sand between toes can be twenty instead of ten I reach for your hand, but you turn away to look at orange streaks of sky. Small fires reflect in your eyes. Sometimes I see the mountain shades of the blue of Blueridge September skies… Continue reading Walk Along the Beach, a poem
Make Your Poetry Ugly Beautiful
Do what? Poetry. Who needs it? It does not sale in the market if you're looking to make money. For people who read, poetry seems to cause emotions almost as extreme as politics. They either like or they don't. My husband has hated poetry most of his life, but claims I am bringing him around… Continue reading Make Your Poetry Ugly Beautiful
Hear the Sparrow
June has come, and I hear the sparrow. A woman tells me Her husband says, “I didn’t know the stress you were under ‘til you left that place. When you came to a better place, I got you back.” I rush home in my van to tell you the good news. There is hope, I… Continue reading Hear the Sparrow
God Left Green Street, a poem
I saw them gather at the church. I did not join them there. God left Green Street on a day in April when black-gray clouds intersected. A fight on the street, or in the school, the boy will meet you there because God grabbed his hat and coat. He left the kids of Green Street.… Continue reading God Left Green Street, a poem
A Better Place, a poem
"Get up and smile," someone says. "You're going to a better place." They say it like "All dogs go to heaven." Your best pet went to live on a farm upstate. The battles are over, The fires put out, Some think I'm crazy to compare a house of learning to the place where militia hide… Continue reading A Better Place, a poem
Daisies on the Fields of France, a poem
Daisies on the Fields of France By Rebecca T. Dickinson I stand at the kitchen door with light lemon hair curling at my shoulders. Untucked, gray shirt as eyes stare at another plain in my mind that no soul-stained teacher wants to see or hear again. Meet me in the here and… Continue reading Daisies on the Fields of France, a poem
Corrie's Season 