"Love, I get so lost sometimes. Days pass and this emptiness fills my heart. When I want to run away, I drive off in my car. But whichever way I go I come back to the place you are. … In your eyes, I see the doorway to a thousand churches. In your eyes, the… Continue reading Get Lost Sometimes
When We Write Letters, Part VI: Letters from Grandma
Letters arrived at camp. The post man delivered them to my parents’ mailbox. Letters came all the time. Now they never come. I miss her letters. Only three or four remain. Paper slightly aged, and cursive letters written into the page. I feel where my grandmother’s pen pressed down. I called my grandmother “Dick Dick,”… Continue reading When We Write Letters, Part VI: Letters from Grandma
Friday Night Writes: Goodbye Shame
Courtesy of http://msn.careerbuilder.com/Article/MSN-1612-Job-Info-and-Trends-10-Modern-Blue-Collar-Jobs/ Frost covered the ground. Tips of naked tree branches above the silos began to unfreeze on my ride to work. I listen to the radio. A woman tells a story about another who spent most of her life living in a trailer park. She worked at McDonalds. "Don't get me wrong," the… Continue reading Friday Night Writes: Goodbye Shame
When We Write Letters Part V: After You Get Your Foot in the Door
A man walks around the center of a town. The county courthouse sits at the center. The statue of a war hero is in front. He lives in a warm place most of the year. Sunshine and 61 degree weather becomes old to him. He waits for something new to come along because he needs… Continue reading When We Write Letters Part V: After You Get Your Foot in the Door
Write Big, Use Small Words: Best Love Ever
Look on your Valentine's Day Candy. What words do you read? Are they long or short? Does your candy say: Indulge My Passion or Flirtatiously Yours? Sometimes you need no words at all to say, "I love you." In June 2012, my husband, son and I moved out of our apartment after he lost his… Continue reading Write Big, Use Small Words: Best Love Ever
When We Write Letters, Part IV: A Mommy Scribbles Letter
My son next to the Catawba River in Jan. 2012 Dear Son: Some say a mother who stays at home is the best. They say she is better than all of the rest. She is blessed her husband works in a job that brings the check to support her and the little ones. … Continue reading When We Write Letters, Part IV: A Mommy Scribbles Letter
Friday Night Writes: Who is the Baby No One Wanted?
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?
When We Write Letters, Part III: Putting Your Foot in the Door
Courtesy of http://saleshq.monster.com You want to shove open an employer's door and say, "Hey, look what I have to offer." Common sense tells us that action works like a date gone wrong; it makes the employer run the other way. Maybe you've been unemployed for a long time. Perhaps you work part-time, and like me,… Continue reading When We Write Letters, Part III: Putting Your Foot in the Door
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)
When We Write Letters, Part II: Cover Letters to Magazines
Courtesy of http://ja-nae.net/blog/the-power-of-letter-writing/how-to-write-a-letter. I read today story collections are almost extinct. Few people read stories. An agent would be a fool to represent it. I am one of the only writers at a writing group that puts some focus into story composition; not just a novel. Yet, many literary magazines, ezines and blogs fight to… Continue reading When We Write Letters, Part II: Cover Letters to Magazines
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