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.
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.
Just One More Day
I held your hand after our daughter died ...
Of Lighthouses and Mermaids, a Corrie Poem
Storms wash away paint on the lighthouse, and there's no repair.
Two Years and One Month after Corrie
But that's why there are seasons to grief, and also friends, who are patient and stay nearby, will see a different you rise from the ashes.
Remember, I’m Still Here
I share a video I've never shared before of a lesson I did with my English I students, which features my daughter, Corrie, as she makes her lady bug mask.
Fourth Corrie Poem Published
I'm grateful that "Some Mornings on the Farm" marks my twentieth publication.
A Ballad for Public Education
I write about the teachers who left. I write for the teachers who taught for six months and walked out with relief. I write for the teachers, who are now in different professions. I write for the educators who are tired, and remember when education was different. They're now retired. I write for the teachers… Continue reading A Ballad for Public Education
A Poem, Excerpt from The Girl on Arc Fall Road
As the years go by, employees leave the cities, they live in renovated mill houses with an in-ground pool in the backyard, and a BMW in a new garage.
Not Your Average Teacher: Atypical, LEGO Educator and Published
I celebrate 20 publications. I celebrate and embrace being atypical. I honor and remember that grief does not define me, but is a part of me.
We Must Awake: a Poem
John Lennon’s Imagine comes on the radio, and I turn it off because there is nothing more I want to imagine than a world where we’re together with our little girl. You say to me, “We don’t need the music. Your voice is the most beautiful music to me.”
Corrie's Season 