Write like Nicholas Sparks

James Dickey

I woke up in North Carolina this morning, just a stone’s throw over the mountain from where Mama and Daddy lay buried. Tomorrow I will visit their graves, leave behind a copy of MOTHER OF RAIN. I always knew that my mother was an intelligent woman, given her ability to earn her degrees even though [Read More...]

Are we losing our fanciful side?

On Tuesday I drove down to Portland to meet a friend for coffee. One coffee is mine. One is hers. Care to guess whose is whose? Well actually I was meeting more than one friend but the fellow, Paul, was drinking the coffee of Canadians — hot tea.  Maybe it will help you to know [Read More...]


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