Author R.A. Bridges, Corrie's Mom
Choose your writing content like a long term relationship... if you want it to last. When I started writing as a child, I wrote fiction and poems. I never imagined writing non-fiction. Something I read in a Facebook writing group and on Twitter made me think. Nonfiction authors are writers who tell a true story… Continue reading Why We Need to Talk about our Non-fiction Writers
Gotta post it. Gotta post it. Gotta post it … turns into that same annoying song you hear in your head again and again. It's on the same as a Brittney Spears's song. The bad thing about it playing in your head is that you can't turn it off. Yes, you can. One of the… Continue reading Pace. Set. Go.
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
What Writers Learn "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me." Not true. Words hurt. They sting. Writers hurt more when they receive a message via text, email or phone that their work is not wanted.What writers learn depends on what they are willing to take away from their experience… Continue reading What Writers Learn
© 2006-2012 by R.T. Dickinson. All rights reserved. No part of this post or material related to it may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior written permission of R.T. Dickinson. I am behind this week in reading blogs and posting two award nominations.… Continue reading The Boy with No Mother
Words and Photos By Rebecca T. Dickinson I did not believe I had much of a story from my childhood and youth. Sure my mom said there were family stories I could write. She didn't understand those stories, to me, were inside jokes. An aunt told me I needed to experience life and one day I'd be an author … maybe,… Continue reading The Writer Asks
By Rebecca T. Dickinson It’s been a year or more since we colored ourselves on sidewalks, a parking lot and my heart. You spilled red wine before the rain, and I took another sip. You didn’t tell me there was her, but you knew there is him. You brought chalk, black, garnet and white sheets.… Continue reading Chalk Art
By R.T. Dickinson The Missouri man opened Joey's Lunchroom in Bamberg, South Carolina in 1868. Joey Langston had hired workers to build a two-story wooden building. They painted it blue and added a big white sign. The post-War city developed around the railroad. Memories of cotton and slaves were but whispers among Langston's customers. He hired… Continue reading The Family Owned
I fell in love in the time of Hitler. Turmoil escalated the terror of what we-those of us who lived on the coast of the long, skinny state - when German submarines scaled our borders. The waves no longer reflected silver-blue of the moon. They shook in fear of what lay below their waters. Two… Continue reading In the Time of Hitler
Everything Organic
Poetry, story and real life. Once soldier, busnessman, grandfather and Poet.
Inspire All
Photographer Of Life and moments
Motivate | Inspire | Uplift
Ruminative rumblings
Inspired Educators. Inspire Educators.
Drift among the scribbles of writer Janet Gogerty
Sharing my own experiences to help others
From A Garden To A City, And Beyond - The Prophetic Journey. Isaiah 65:17.
For everything notebooks / journal reviews
As a stay at home mom, yoga has helped me compose myself in ways I never expected. I am on a weight loss journey while I attempt to parent my child the best way I know how. Join me on my path and hopefully, it'll inspire you, as well!
Life is all about being curious, asking questions, and discovering your passion. And it can be fun!
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