Courtesy of http://edistofriends.org I stand by the black river. It is the longest black river in the United States. Nothing special about it when you first look. Comparing the river to another is like comparing the Tarboro River to the streams in the mountains of North Carolina. It is murky, slow and ancient. Unless sun… Continue reading Legends of the Edisto: How to Say Goodbye … For Now
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Telling A Boy’s Story
How quick they grow. Feet push up. Hands grip the couch. Soon the cliché pitter-patter turns to bam-bam. You realize how out of shape you are, or even if you're a marathon parent, you cannot keep up with the little creature. When potty training, he unravels the toilet paper. Around the table, you're family debates where… Continue reading Telling A Boy’s Story
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
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
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