by rwhitecotton | Sep 9, 2021 | Uncategorized
If you’re looking for a feel-good movie with a little quantum twist, check out The Map of Tiny Perfect Things on Amazon (and then join me to talk about it on September 15). I was pleasantly surprised by this multidimensional romp into fourth-dimensional space-time. I...
by rwhitecotton | May 6, 2021 | Uncategorized
Do you realize how much your mom loves you? I remember clearly the day I finally realized the scope of my mother’s love for me. It was ten years ago, shortly after my son Ethan was born, and I was in that hormonally emotional stage that brings our feelings to the...
by rwhitecotton | Apr 15, 2021 | Uncategorized
The universe winked at me last week. I was in Texas for a socially-distanced visit with my aunt, uncle and cousins. My cousin Mike, who I haven’t seen in 27 years, asked me what I’ve been doing lately, and I told him that I just published a book. “I’m...
by rwhitecotton | Feb 16, 2021 | Uncategorized
Last week I was scrolling through a journal from 2017 and I found a rough outline for a science fiction novel about a woman who can connect to alternate timelines of her life and interact with other versions of herself. Now, 4 years later, I’m about to release the...
by rwhitecotton | Dec 6, 2020 | Uncategorized
(Spoiler: Santa’s Real) By Rebecca Whitecotton When I found out the truth about Santa, I was so angry I called my mom a liar. Sure, my mom and I laugh now, but it was an emotional scar that I carried into motherhood. When my husband and I had kids, and it...
by rwhitecotton | Nov 13, 2020 | Uncategorized
Did I really ASK for fire ants? By Rebecca Whitecotton I offended the spirit of fire ants everywhere, and I have been schooled. Yesterday I posted a photo from a hike that warns of hazards in Louisiana: poison ivy, fire ants, alligators, wild hogs, and venomous...
by rwhitecotton | Dec 25, 2019 | Uncategorized
Santa, Awake By Rebecca Whitecotton 5 a.m. Santa awakes. No hurry this day. The stockings will wait For teenagers Who laugh until the wee hours, Knowing that Santa will come After they have closed their eyes, No matter the time. Santa melts into her...
by rwhitecotton | Sep 28, 2019 | Uncategorized
When I wrote Child of Mine, Know This, our son Ethan was 5 and our daughter Alison was 3 years old. I could see that they were wise souls, each with a knowing that defied their young ages. Since before they were born I have honored them and their spirits, and yet...
