Education, Family, Life, Poetry, PTSD, Writing

A Better Place, a poem

"Get up and smile," someone says. "You're going to a better place." They say it like "All dogs go to heaven." Your best pet went to live on a farm upstate. The battles are over, The fires put out, Some think I'm crazy to compare a house of learning to the place where militia hide… Continue reading A Better Place, a poem

Advocacy, History, Life, marriage, Mental Health, PTSD, Writing

Daisies on the Fields of France, a poem

Daisies on the Fields of France   By Rebecca T. Dickinson   I stand at the kitchen door with light lemon hair curling at my shoulders. Untucked, gray shirt   as eyes stare at another plain in my mind that no soul-stained teacher wants to see or hear again. Meet me in the here and… Continue reading Daisies on the Fields of France, a poem

Advocacy, Education, Family, Mental Health, PTSD, Writing

Travel in the Writer’s Wilderness: Hope when Others See What is Lost

I'm like a house that's been set on fire. Firefighters put it out in time to save it. The house is only damaged. It can be restored and made more beautiful than before. 

Life, Poetry, Writing

They Say I Lost my Hope, a poem

There is a rumor going 'round that I lost my hope. Some say I sold out my hope when I dressed in black, but I put on a dress-- a soldier's unwrinkled uniform. It's pressed and ready. It might get torn, covered in mud, and my face reflects a reaction no one's nightmare wants to… Continue reading They Say I Lost my Hope, a poem

Art, Education, Life, Photos, Poetry, Writing

Writing about Goodbye

Poetry contains photographs. Old school poetry didn’t interest me much, but when introduced to early twentieth century poets, my world changed. Poems didn’t have to rhyme. Lines could break. You could paint with words or create pictures through the placement of words. In my last blog, I wrote about how we, as writers and teachers,… Continue reading Writing about Goodbye

Advocacy, Characters, Education, Life, memoir, Poetry, Writing

A Purpose to Write

Writing has dominated my life. Reader: (most sarcastic voice) Becca, I had no idea. I communicate better through writing than when I talk face-to-face because it could depend on which side of my personality I wish expose or hide when I speak with someone.  Most of the time, I have little time write my memoir,… Continue reading A Purpose to Write

Blogging, Life, memoir, Writing

Don’t Mistake the Artist

Don’t Mistake the Artist Write what is real.  Write unabashedly. This makes me a difficult person to whom to be a friend or related. I am an artist first. At some point, artists’ experiences deeply shape our work whether we create from the observer's perspective or personal life.  Our relationship with friends, lovers, and others… Continue reading Don’t Mistake the Artist

Life, memoir, Photos, Writing

Writing Memoir Snap Shots

A photo I took in a town forty-five minutes from where I live.  Writing a memoir is like taking a good photo. What is the best angle? What snapshot do you want to show? As I taught my students three years ago, a memoir is not like an autobiography. I could not write every detail… Continue reading Writing Memoir Snap Shots

Art, Characters, Life, memoir, Writing

So, You Want to Write a Memoir: Characters

I have this series of titles called: So, You Want to ... Except for one part of a chapter, I don't intend to to use the title. I do have characters who represent real people in my memoir. There are ways to do it and ways not to. 1.If it Bleeds, it Leads Random Reader: But,… Continue reading So, You Want to Write a Memoir: Characters

Education, Family, Music, Writing

Why Music Drives Me

Even when I work late at night, I have something playing in the background. via Why Music Drives Me