Corrie's Memorial Garden will be located to the right of the porch. These flowers were at the cemetery for about one week, and I brought them home. They were not doing well at the time I brought them home, and they are doing so much better. Her turkey is still there even of my grandmother… Continue reading Corrie’s Garden and Her Flowers at Sunset
Tag: Photography
Corrie’ Season Presents the Rose Art Work, “Naomi’s Liberty Bell”
For the first time on Corrie’s Season, I share “art” as the highlight instead of writing.
When We Say Artist
When we say artist, I think it is someone who attempts to make sense of the world when logic fails, and creation is all that’s left.
She Graduated to Heaven
The wreath and her princess balloon for the first day of school were in the car ready to go Sunday night. I drove like a NASCAR driver to the cemetery. It's amazing I wasn't pulled.
When we Say Goodbye
Goodbye provokes a creative language; almost like the oral version of beautiful Ancient Chinese calligraphy.
Ain’t No One’s Humpty Dumpty
If you read a children's nursery rhyme, something dark crawls beneath its surface. Take Humpty Dumpty for example. He "sat on a wall." Okay, it seems simple."Humpty Dumpty had a great fall."Okay, he fell. So did Jack and Jill. "All the King's horsemen and the King's men couldn't put Humpty together again."It seems simple, right?There was nothing anyone could… Continue reading Ain’t No One’s Humpty Dumpty
Writing Memoir Snap Shots
A photo I took in a town forty-five minutes from where I live. Writing a memoir is like taking a good photo. What is the best angle? What snapshot do you want to show? As I taught my students three years ago, a memoir is not like an autobiography. I could not write every detail… Continue reading Writing Memoir Snap Shots
How Place Shapes Us
Words and Photos by Rebecca T. Dickinson Most people want to belong somewhere, and others never find a place to call their home. The never ending train, plane and car saga is their place. Just as characters are shaped by people who influence writers, for better or worse, land or cityscapes shape us. I cannot… Continue reading How Place Shapes Us
Legends of Love in the Spring
Words and Photos by Rebecca T. Dickinson According to legend, spring is the season to fall in love. Everything blooms and babies are born. In the spring of 2007, I remember thinking every animal was on schedule with the births of their babies. A duck, followed by her ducklings, crossed a walking path in April… Continue reading Legends of Love in the Spring