Photo taken October 2012 by R.T. Dickinson outside Bamberg, SC of my father and son. He was no one's child. He was everyone's child. Wrapped in his first blanket, the baby lay in a crib carved by the pastor. The man smiled. Eyes – the color of ashen storm clouds at dawn – stared at… Continue reading Friday Night Writes: Who is the Baby No One Wanted?
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When We Look
Beyond the leafless trees, you might recall … the path to the mountain top. You know somewhere in your mind the map remains. You'll remember the way and the stories. Photos and Words by Rebecca T. Dickinson Related articles Courage to Face the Ocean (seasonofcorrie.wordpress.com)
Courage to Face the Ocean
Journalists require the who, what, when, where and how. Writers need inspiration. Inspiration does not need to be place and time, but a photograph, portrait or a beautiful memory painted in the mind. Writers will work with it. Sometimes the task seems too big and rejections too many. We do not realize all we need… Continue reading Courage to Face the Ocean
What Matters Most: 3 Reasons the Season of Thanks Continues
I am late for an important date: A date with gratitude and a date to blog. Thanksgiving break carried my family and me on a train ride of illness, dealing with death, baking challenges and realizing what matters most. The Christmas shopping season catches our attention with ringing Hersey kisses commercials and bright red and green colors.… Continue reading What Matters Most: 3 Reasons the Season of Thanks Continues
4 Ways Becoming a Parent Changes a Writer
Everything changes. Seasons, relationships and the way we, as writers, craft words. I had no idea the changes coming when I worked as a journalist in 2009. I know two consistencies: change always occurs and I have always been a writer. Have you examined the ways in which you've changed as a writer or author?… Continue reading 4 Ways Becoming a Parent Changes a Writer
That was the Place
Go to a place almost forgotten. It could be anywhere. I take a walk in the world surrounding my book, Sons of the Edisto. At the end of a path sits a one-room, meeting house. Mizpah was a church created by Methodists in the nineteenth century. The town around it, Buford's Bridge, was burned by General Sherman's troops… Continue reading That was the Place
Through the Mountains, Part I: When Hope Rises
Two campers light a fire using a propane backpack cook stove. Light rain trickles from the sky. Drops touch toes, hiking books, stone, and extinguish fire. Prior to the Great Smokey Mountains National Park, the same men hiked 15 miles up a mountain to an inn. They also carried dinner they wanted the inn cooking staff to… Continue reading Through the Mountains, Part I: When Hope Rises
Coming Back – What Does it Mean to Return Home?
I am back. Back from road tripping and one week of training for a new job. I return to the keyboard, as I have many times before, to write. Ideas came to mind as I drove past peach trees and a restored house constructed either in the late eighteenth or early nineteenth century. New peach… Continue reading Coming Back – What Does it Mean to Return Home?
Under Exposed: The South Carolina Upcountry
The twenty-first century fades on the Cherokee Foothills Scenic Highway. Known for the Gaffney Peachiod, early American history, and the Blue Ridge Mountains and foothills, automobiles drive past landscape seemingly unchanged with exception of the road. Before you pack up for Orlando or California, consider what you might find on roads less explored. There are… Continue reading Under Exposed: The South Carolina Upcountry
Where Magic Lives
Legends say magic rises through winter mist; a mist so thick you must hold your hand two inches from your face to see it. The summer feels more like a South Carolina autumn. Humidity stays at the ground level, and river water is cool. The Blue Ridge Parkway is one of the first roads in the… Continue reading Where Magic Lives
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