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
Category: Literature
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
Falling in Love with Books
Words and Photos by Rebecca T. Dickinson I hate plants. Perhaps I should x-out my opening sentence, and put something more appropriate. But, I do hate plants. I admire them from far away or I take pictures, but I have nothing to do with a garden. Water nurtures the seed and soil. I know that much.… Continue reading Falling in Love with Books
Chalk Art
By Rebecca T. Dickinson It’s been a year or more since we colored ourselves on sidewalks, a parking lot and my heart. You spilled red wine before the rain, and I took another sip. You didn’t tell me there was her, but you knew there is him. You brought chalk, black, garnet and white sheets.… Continue reading Chalk Art
Why the Character Perspective of a Child
The Child's View, Part I Words by Rebecca T. Dickinson A third grade class performed an experiment similar to one in my college Geology lab. The students blew my mind as they scratched a penny on graphite and other rock materials. They then used a nail. Each group recorded its observations. Did the nail leave… Continue reading Why the Character Perspective of a Child
The Family Owned
By R.T. Dickinson The Missouri man opened Joey's Lunchroom in Bamberg, South Carolina in 1868. Joey Langston had hired workers to build a two-story wooden building. They painted it blue and added a big white sign. The post-War city developed around the railroad. Memories of cotton and slaves were but whispers among Langston's customers. He hired… Continue reading The Family Owned
Corrie's Season 