Three hotdogs were not enough for the two-year-old. Yellow mustard covered the boy's face. He laughed when I took the plate away, and looked around for a fourth hotdog. Every morsel he devours astonishes adults and older children. But, the little tongue licking ketchup and mustard off the plate to the point of painting his… Continue reading Why We Need Mustard Covered Faces
Category: Photography
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
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
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
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
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
Blogging Award Nomination
In 2008, my co-worker Krystal encouraged me to start a blog. With my basic knowledge of copyright concerning my creative work, I was hesitant. Despite being a part of the generation of new technology, I have been somewhat shy towards what is Right Now. I am happy to have a blog where I share my knowledge of books,… Continue reading Blogging Award Nomination
How Place Shapes Us
Words and Photos by Rebecca T. Dickinson Most people want to belong somewhere, and others never find a place to call their home. The never ending train, plane and car saga is their place. Just as characters are shaped by people who influence writers, for better or worse, land or cityscapes shape us. I cannot… Continue reading How Place Shapes Us
Corrie's Season 