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World’s Best Dad

My Dad By My Father's Sister, Feb. 18, 1982 Who is clever? Who is smart? Whose neutrons originate from the heart? My Dad who brightens our ordinary days with whistling, quips, and piano-tingling ways? My dad who repairs many things from shattered glasses to broken wings? My Dad who remembers formulas and equations too, but… Continue reading World’s Best Dad

Blogging, Cooking, Food, Life, Uncategorized, Writing

Story of the Stove

By Rebecca T. Dickinson Powerful words come to the page when people describe food. Whether it is a restaurant reviewer, Giada, or a foodie fan; delicious language boils over through language and fingertips. Cooking is more than a skill I picked up in college. It offers the chance to break from writing and other work.… Continue reading Story of the Stove

Books, Life, Literature, Writing

Book Review: A Great and Terrible Beauty

 Courtesy of http://burnbright.com.au By Rebecca T. Dickinson "When we step through that door of light again, the garden realm is there to welcome us with its sweet smells and bright sky … I don't know how much time I shall have with my mother, and a small part of doesn't want to share that time… Continue reading Book Review: A Great and Terrible Beauty

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In Flight

Photos and Words by Rebecca T. Dickinson My husband and I often escape to the airport overlook in Charlotte. Before our son's birth, we went to forget problems. Now we go to forget the fact we are without full-time jobs. No matter how hard we work it feels we will never take off. We are… Continue reading In Flight

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Book Review: The Witness by Karen Hesse

By Rebecca T. Dickinson The Witness breaks grammar rules known to aspiring authors and poets. It doesn't bend; it breaks metal. "leanora sutter: any person to whom an evening of hearty laughter is poison had better keep away from the community club minstrel show Friday evening at the town hall. All others will be admitted for… Continue reading Book Review: The Witness by Karen Hesse

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Conversations with the Greats

Pat Conroy, author of several novels, including The Great Santini. The book is written about the tumultuous relationship with his father, an US Marine. By Rebecca T. Dickinson "[Culture at the Citadel] showed me something about mankind I needed to know as a writer." – Pat Conroy Good year so far. Not in terms of… Continue reading Conversations with the Greats

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The Sad Choice

By Rebecca T. Dickinson Yesterday turned into today. A lot in education reaches inside me and disturbs my gut whether it is good or bad, so I decided it's time to write about it: I stand between two lives. Not the kind of which people gossip, or the life and death cliché. I cannot decide… Continue reading The Sad Choice

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Follow the Red Brick Road

By Rebecca T. Dickinson I took the red brick road. With two left feet, the 18-year-old version of me took her first step on the red bricks of the University of South Carolina's Horseshoe. In flip flops, other people would—and still—trip over bricks popping out of place since the 1800s. The pathway not only took… Continue reading Follow the Red Brick Road

Cooking, Life, Literature, Poetry, Writing

Lines We Never Say

By Rebecca T. Dickinson Inspiration flows from the fingertips of so many fellow bloggers. I try my best to keep up, but one—of many favorites—that never fails to make me think is The View Outside. She writes about many subjects in regards to writing and literature. Reading her sketches causes me to dream of somewhere… Continue reading Lines We Never Say

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A Blue Ridge Tale

Today is my birthday. One of the greatest gifts in my life is my husband. We've been through a lot together, but I am a hopeless romantic and always believed in that knock-you-off-your-feet feeling. I began writing poems from the very moment I realized he was special and important. I have kept all the poems… Continue reading A Blue Ridge Tale