Author Archives: Becky Dingle

  Dear Reader: Receiving a note (like this one above in the title photo) makes anyone’s day brighter. We can all go on a world-wide hunt for hidden treasures of gold …but if I opened up a treasure chest and … Continue reading →

Dear Reader: “Big Red” (the geranium) decided it wanted to join in the Red Nose Day fun too. All the earlier blooms had fallen off the plant and new ones were already forming…but yesterday one bud popped open just in … Continue reading →

Dear Reader: When one receives Mary Alice Monroe’s latest novel from (Amazon) UPS, especially when it is the sixth in the series of The Beach House sequels…you know summer has arrived…no matter the date…or even if Memorial Day Weekend has … Continue reading →

Dear Reader: How many times have we seen an elderly person or perhaps a physically/mentally challenged individual in a grocery store or at a gas station…doing something that for most people is routine and habit…until you see this particular fellow … Continue reading →

Dear Reader: The older I get the more I realize how true this statement is: “Life is a beautiful struggle.” The harder we have to fight to maintain life the more beautiful it becomes. It starts to manifest itself through … Continue reading →

Dear Reader: My Uncle Herschel (one of my mother’s twin brothers) was always there for me when our family moved back to Laurens, South Carolina the year I started high school. He was not much of a talker but when … Continue reading →

Dear Reader: Stop and pause a moment…try to remember how many books and movies of every genre you read and saw growing up…science fiction, fantasy, and even classics-that contained  a powerful recurring theme…the answer to the quest for our identity … Continue reading →

Dear Reader: Have you ever considered how and when the word “usually” becomes the enemy of adventure? It does’t happen overnight but slowly… until one day we realize we are truly “stuck in a rut.”  Unfortunately if we aren’t careful it … Continue reading →

Dear Reader: At some point in  our lives…don’t we suddenly realize, one day, that with enough living behind our belt…what was meant to be…was? Remember how I have mentioned on numerous occasions how homesick I was as a child…not wanting … Continue reading →

Dear Reader: The name of  this unique sculpture in the Irish town of Midletown is named Kindred Spirits. It commemorates the never-forgotten hand of friendship donation sent to the Irish by the Choctaw people in 1847. I accidentally fell across this … Continue reading →