Seasons are not only those times of year when red, orange, and brown colors tinge leaves on the trees, but the changes we face for which we are never prepared.
Month: August 2022
I Used to Sing, a Poem
Did you know I used to sing? Then I stopped performing. I walked away from the stage. I left behind a scholarship at a small college as if it was nothing more than a second hand bike passed down three times left out between flat tires, tall grass and the rain. Truth be told, I… Continue reading I Used to Sing, a Poem
I Wanted: A Poem for my Son
There are man things I wanted, but the storms came to pass.
Gratitude Part I: The Difference in Gratitude v. Thanks
I think of quickly forgotten, or thanks, as the goldfish in someone's aquarium. "Oh, they have a goldfish." Yet, every time my family goes to a seafood restaurant, and spots the "Nemo Fish" in the aquarium, it is forever remembered.
Corrie's Season 