Though I will become but scattered ash, you were all the glory of the worlds to me.
Author: Corrie's Mom
They say teacher turn over is high right now, and many teachers will leave the profession in five years or less. I will enter my seventh year as a full-time teacher, and my 12th year in education after I'd started as a sub and teacher assistant. I was the student in the 1990s you did not want in your classroom because I was diagnosed with ADHD and did not know how to socialize with other kids. I was due to be tested for autism, but this was considered an ostracizing experience for a child then, especially a girl. I am a third generation teacher and author of seventeen creative works.
Happy 8th Birthday, Corrie! (with poem)
Happy heavenly birthday to our daughter, Corrie! This is her third birthday in heaven, and it marks two-and-a-half-years since Corrie earned her wings. Besides already being a difficult time, it also marks half of the life she lived on Earth. I haven't written in a while because as I get closer to times of remembrance,… Continue reading Happy 8th Birthday, Corrie! (with poem)
I STILL SAY GRACE
Consider your teachers and education staff around the nation, and say, "thank you."
Dreams for My Children: a Poem for Corrie and Her Brother
In a dream, I heard her laughter. She bounced on the bed I could feel her arms around me, and see her curls wrap around her face. As always, her hair flew unkempt, unbrushed as if she'd just read Where the Wild Things Are. I'd laugh and tell her, "She was one of the the… Continue reading Dreams for My Children: a Poem for Corrie and Her Brother
A Corrie Poem: Books I Never Wanted
There are books I never wanted, and books I never read. There are words I wish I'd written, and words I never knew. Somehow every story leads me back to you. It ended as a story that I never wanted from a book I never knew. By R.A. Bridges
All the Policies: a Corrie Poem
I know all about the policies:the i's to dot, and cross the t's.I remember well the call from finance about the bill for theambulance.I was not about to payin the aftermathof my daughter's deathwhen she died on that ambulance.It's enough I keep myself alivewhen all I've wished is togive up and die.But still here I… Continue reading All the Policies: a Corrie Poem
a referendum: why we can’t lose superman
Please read why now is not the time to lose Superman.
In Every Gold, Bright Orange, and Russet Leaf: a Reflection of Autumn in Corrie’s Poems
I felt Corrie in every gold, bright orange, and russet leaf. Six minus one is five, and at sixteen, we seldom realize destinies are nothing more than beautiful orange and yellow leaves cleaving to branches in late October before they fall in a river bank. Sweet sixteen, like fairy tales with happy endings, are inventions of commercials and ads to buy disco balls and dresses.
Even on Amazon: a Poem for my Son
Son, there exist dreams I wishI could make come true, and not the kindwhere some parents buy ordo for theirkids, so they never learn howdimes drop into sewers moreoften than make it to the candy shop.Son, look in my eyes because I know what becomes of holding on toanger and despair so great,it feels likea… Continue reading Even on Amazon: a Poem for my Son
Orange, Gold and Mahogany: a Corrie Poem
The oak leaves change from green to orange, gold and mahogany, and the pines remain evergreen. On such drives, when you allow, the sun steals you away to places where people say, "shall" and "thine" and in a glade ...
Corrie's Season 