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.”

On the Sunny Side of the Street

Dear Reader: The other night when this ridiculous negative memory popped up, once again, for about the 1000th time… I shook my head in frustration and googled… ” Why do we seem to keep recalling and retaining negative memories over … Continue reading

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The True Joy of Life is not the Grand Gesture but in the Consecration of the Moment…

Dear Reader: When I came across this line from a book by Kent Nerburn… I decided to use it in today’s post because I was immediately taken back to Flagstaff, Arizona in June of 1991. I understood this thought because … Continue reading

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Sharing a Reflection on Life

Dear Reader: For some reason yesterday morning… I woke up early and was wide awake… I checked on my blog post ( just popped up) and then Kaitlyn’s post popped up a few minutes later. Kaitlyn is a gifted writer… … Continue reading

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The Words You Speak Become the House You Live in…

Dear Reader: Yesterday I plopped down at my kitchen table to eat lunch-after a morning of catch-up errands, and caught a question -answer discussion (about apparently some acronym) referring to thankfulness and gratefulness. I turned the volume up and the … Continue reading

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Butterflies and Armageddon…

Dear Reader: Before I left for Edisto last week… for the first time… I heard a word ( in the news) I hoped to never here again… Armageddon. I was Eva Cate’s age (12) the last time I heard it-at … Continue reading

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Sometimes… God Winks in Butterflies…

Dear Reader: Yesterday I left the Ya’s to come home-unpack and head over to Daniel Island to check on Ben at Wellmore. So much had happened in such a small amount of time I knew he would be confused… and … Continue reading

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The Earthy Smell of Life

Dear Reader: Since I have been on a chemo regime for so long I have pretty much lost most of my taste buds and olfactory smell senses. But have no fear… I keep eating and have learned that memory senses … Continue reading

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” Nothing is Worth More than This Day” -Goethe

Dear Reader: Isn’t it strange when we go somewhere with a certain intent and then are drawn to something completely different… for a reason we only discover later? I decided to go to the Edisto Bookstore to check on when … Continue reading

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“Falling” for Edisto

Dear Reader: Yesterday I got in my car to find fall on Edisto… but soon forgot my mission by just discovering scenes of sheer beauty… no matter the season… like these awe-inspiring marshes. And I had to laugh … after … Continue reading

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The Story Behind ” Dawhoo”

Dear Reader: As I turned onto Brooke’s road last Thursday… I stopped long enough to snap a photo of Brooke’s street sign. DAWHOO! For years now I thought Dawhoo was a branch or sub-tribe of the Edisto Native-Americans who originally … Continue reading

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