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The Best Reason Why: John, His Service, and His Poem

Some loves experience more pies in the face than ballets and dreams sold to strangers on a holiday channel.

children, inspiration, Life, marriage, Poetry, Writing

Misconceptions of Hurricanes: A Poem

There are misconceptions from the moment I wake up. I may appear as the sun shows up on a given day, but shiver in flip flops, jeans, and a thin blue rain jacket when hurricane winds begin to strike the coast. I was not made one way, but changed the moment a hurricane struck the… Continue reading Misconceptions of Hurricanes: A Poem

Family, inspiration, Life, Loss

How does Corrie’s Garden Grow?

When Corrie earned her wings, we requested everyone donate live plants for a memorial garden. John, my father, sister-in-law and I had to divide the work for Corrie's Memorial Garden up into phases. We had offers of help, and we wanted to call upon volunteers who were willing to give their time without overusing it.… Continue reading How does Corrie’s Garden Grow?

Family, Life, marriage, Mental Health, Writing

Built John Tough (with Poetry Excerpt from “The Sea Cow and the Manatee”)

When people take vows for marriage, we nailed the "in sickness," we earned the badge with "or poorer," and death--while the vow is meant for the couple--will not divide us now.

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

Family, marriage, Memoir Shorts, Ready to Talk, Writing

Ready to Talk: The Infection, Part 2

The Infection, Part 2 Memoir Shorts  When MRSA first streamed through our blood and into our skin in summer 2011, I worked two days a week at a cafe.  Fears mounted like a stack of pennies that people save and believed one day will amount to something. One month, Ben's job covered the rent and… Continue reading Ready to Talk: The Infection, Part 2