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Blogging Award Nominations and Nominees

I am catching up on a few award nominations. I have not meant for them to sit around. There are now 52 subscribers. I would like to thank everyone for reading and for their encouragement as I am still a new blogger. First, I want to thank justbenwords for the Kreativ Blogger award nomination. Check out his blog. He… Continue reading Blogging Award Nominations and Nominees

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He Turned His Back

It is one of those weeks. I have a deadline tomorrow. Three articles need completion, and interviews and statistics on family court and custody battles are piled on my desk. Charles has a fever, and I swear I see little red dots in front of my eyes. I cannot decide whether it is the lamp,… Continue reading He Turned His Back

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Thoughts for Today

It Started With …. John and I went to meet my former boss and co-worker, now our good friend, at a restaurant in North Carolina. As we waited, I noticed a goose sitting in the median next to a small bush, on mulch and tossed out French fries. Children followed their parents into the parking lot. The van… Continue reading Thoughts for Today

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Our Personal Lenses, Aly Hughes

Aly Hughes, Guest Blogger Our Personal Lenses There are times in my life when somebody asks me a question, and I pause to reflect. How did I get to this point in my life? It can be a friend asking if I want to go to the bar. Am I already 21? Or an aunt… Continue reading Our Personal Lenses, Aly Hughes

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The Boy with No Mother

© 2006-2012 by R.T. Dickinson. All rights reserved. No part of this post or material related to it may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior written permission of R.T. Dickinson. I am behind this week in reading blogs and posting two award nominations.… Continue reading The Boy with No Mother

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The Drive

I took familiar roads; the routes I once used to drive to Kings Mountain and Belmont, North Carolina. The drive averaged 30 to 45 minutes depending on which former textile town I was driving to. I turned on the radio and changed stations. In the age of iPods and iPads, I still have the unhealthy… Continue reading The Drive

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Nominations and Gratitude

Sunrise hides the complexities of the coming day. It tempts me to leave the bed, turn on my laptop and type. Call me crazy. Early morning fires up my imagination. I could be a late night writer. But due to what I've come to expect in the coming day, I get up before the sun… Continue reading Nominations and Gratitude

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How Many Books and the Age of the Author

Words and Photos by Rebecca T. Dickinson Outside reveals magic. My 21-month-old had moments Tuesday when he acted like a pistol going off in its holster. With the weather warming earlier, I have taken him outside in the morning after my early work. Some of the little flowers growing on the trees near the Catawba… Continue reading How Many Books and the Age of the Author

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See the Art in You

Words and Photos by Rebecca T. Dickinson Sometimes I need to retreat or go back to basics. Self-confidence fails at the keyboard. Words do not come or they are dry, plain and unimportant. I go to my kitchen. Pull out a pan and chop up the vegetables, or I get the Crisco and butter. Some… Continue reading See the Art in You

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The Writer Asks

Words and Photos By Rebecca T. Dickinson I did not believe I had much of a story from my childhood and youth. Sure my mom said there were family stories I could write. She didn't understand those stories, to me, were inside jokes. An aunt told me I needed to experience life and one day I'd be an author … maybe,… Continue reading The Writer Asks