Author Archives: Becky Dingle

About Becky Dingle

I was born a Tarheel but ended up a Sandlapper. My grandparents were cotton farmers in Laurens, South Carolina and it was in my grandmother’s house that my love of storytelling began beside an old Franklin stove. When I graduated from Laurens High School, I attended Erskine College (Due West of what?) and would later get my Masters Degree in Education/Social Studies from Charleston Southern. I am presently an adjunct professor/clinical supervisor at CSU and have also taught at the College of Charleston. For 28 years I taught Social Studies through storytelling. My philosophy matched Rudyard Kipling’s quote: “If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.” Today I still spread this message through workshops and presentations throughout the state. The secret of success in teaching social studies is always in the story. I want to keep learning and being surprised by life…it is the greatest teacher. Like Kermit said, “When you’re green you grow, when you’re ripe you rot.”

Amazing Math

Dear Reader: If you live long enough , you end up eating words and expressions you thought you never would. Especially at a time when any kind eating is a struggle. My son-in law , John, loves math… so he … Continue reading

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Really! One More Obstacle?????

Dear Reader: Ever since being at John and Mandy’s I live from cocoon to cocoon to cocoon. The girls have been bringing in sweatpants, shirts and layers of-t-shirts…. I feel like a pig in a blanket! I know Dr Jeter … Continue reading

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I Found the Northwest Passage!!!!!!

You didn’t know your old post writer for over 15 years was also a newly recognized trailblazer for any one like me desperately trying to the find the right river fall to topple nutrient’s into the basin -stomach. My niece … Continue reading

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There is a Balm in Gilead to heal the sin sick soul

Dear Reader: This title of my most favorite song I hummed all last night awaiting news of Ben’s surgical procedure is the most comforting song to me 1 have ever heard… I can hear it today and still remember the … Continue reading

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What a Day!

Dear Reader: Yesterday was a very busy day! I am totally exhausted so the post will be short. Tommy and Mandy took me home to pick up my mail Vickie collected , essentials I needed and to blow a kiss … Continue reading

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Life, like a stream, never stops winding or hanging

Dear Reader: Yesterday was the hardest day… separating from my Ya’s but this year even more surprises were in store. My ” children” had gathered together and from the Ya’s updates about the good and not so good days -health … Continue reading

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No one can stop the sands of an hour glass…

Dear Reader: Even if we Ya’s were all magicians … we, nor anyone else… can stop the hands of time … as each retreat comes to an end, this stark reality becomes more evident… and we find ourselves staring at … Continue reading

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Best Birthday… Ever!!!!

Dear Reader: The birthday surprise the Ya’s had been planning for me… made me happier than anything else anyone could have given me! The best wish …the final accumulation of an on-going wish that I didn’t think would ever come … Continue reading

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October 14… The Day the Tide Began to Turn…

Dear Reader: As each Ya Ya beach day … is sadly ticking so quickly away… I have been enveloped in total love and encouragement ! Friday the 13th was a particularly trying day but got through it nibbling and eating … Continue reading

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The Throne… My Throne!

Dear Reader: As a little girl didn’t we dream of being a princess or even a queen sitting on a throne in all our majestic glory? It has taken me a lifetime but my magical moments on the throne ( … Continue reading

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