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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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
Six Sentence Sunday
I am happy to share. Sharing is good, I am told. The action leads to good character. Today, I will share the beginning of a story in my Red Loam collection. The manuscript, From Red Loam, features ten short stories connected to my novel, Sons of the Edisto. Two of the stories have been published. For today's Six… Continue reading Six Sentence Sunday
World’s Best Dad
My Dad By My Father's Sister, Feb. 18, 1982 Who is clever? Who is smart? Whose neutrons originate from the heart? My Dad who brightens our ordinary days with whistling, quips, and piano-tingling ways? My dad who repairs many things from shattered glasses to broken wings? My Dad who remembers formulas and equations too, but… Continue reading World’s Best Dad
Corrie's Season 