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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

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How We Create Worlds

By Rebecca T. Dickinson Photo curteosy of http://easyfunschool.com As I thought about blog ideas after the controversial article I wrote about joint custody and the drama that unfolded behind it in my previous four posts, I thought what should I write next? The wonderful thing about becoming a writer is there is always something to… Continue reading How We Create Worlds

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The Crossroads of a Writer, Part II: The Client, the Message, and You

By Rebecca T. Dickinson Are you a member of the Libertarian Party? Me: No. Are you a member of the Democratic Party? Me: No. Are you a member of the Republican Party? Me: No. What is your relationship to God? Me: We're good. (Asked in 2008 and 2009): Do you plan to have children anytime… Continue reading The Crossroads of a Writer, Part II: The Client, the Message, and You

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Standing at the Writer’s Crossroads, Part I

By Rebecca T. Dickinson "There's only this. Forget, regret or life is yours to miss. No other road. No other way. No day but today." ~ Jonathan Larson, Another Day – Rent Your iPhone says 2 a.m. You have not slept more than three hours since—you can't remember. Or, maybe you're the early bird who… Continue reading Standing at the Writer’s Crossroads, Part I

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Thoughts for Doctor Zhivago

"If I had touched you with so much as the tip of my finger, a spark would have lit up the room and either killed me on the spot or charged me for the whole of my life with magnetic waves of sorrow and longing." Boris Pasternack, Doctor Zhivago, p. 427     By Rebecca… Continue reading Thoughts for Doctor Zhivago

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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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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