Author R.A. Bridges, Corrie's Mom
Now, on the weekend of our ten-year-anniversary, we face a next phase in our journey. We will walk together in the new years as John battles stage 3 colon cancer with all the strength for which he's known. He will work through the chemo and radiation.
Thank you to everyone for honoring Corrie's birthday! It means more than you will ever know to spread Corrie's name and her memory. I wrote a hopefully inspirational, hard, honest, and ultimately, grateful reflection.
Six I've since learned in the eighteen months since I lost my little girl, who loved to wear her red winter coat made for church in a March rain, that December reminds me of the time when her father ...
When you think about your year whether you're a parent, teacher, student, or someone else; don't sweat the small stuff. Please read more for my education blog as I wish for a successful school year for everyone.
I reached a point in December 2020/ January 2021 when I lost count of the weeks, since Corrie's death. This is something you only understand if you've lost someone you love so much. "Six" became my signature poem for the collection for many different reasons. It was six weeks, since she died, and it was an age she never got to see.
Corrie was never afraid to ask. She'd start with the charm offensive. When students enter our classroom, they know anything might happen. It’s not in the “We’re going to Disney World” way. Nor is it in the “Mermaid unicorns do exist way.” Our classroom is not your Great Aunt Mildred’s classroom where students sit in… Continue reading Not Your Great Aunt Mildred’s Teacher
What do you do when your child becomes something to remain behind the caution tape for longer than the time the doctor says he needs to be? What happens when instead of being in a contaminated room with doctors and nurses in hazmat suits the walls build up around you and your child? It's like… Continue reading What They Don’t Tell you About COVID, a Poem for my Son
Grab your rain boots, or leave your sandals on. Let's dance in the rain before the thunder comes.
The words that you read today on this post, which I hope you take the time to read through, come from within. The words you read come from a mother who has buried a child and miscarried another within one year. The mother who writes today has found out her son, Hayes, has a mild case of COVID-19.
There are so many things I wonder. Questions without answers.
Everything Organic
Poetry, story and real life. Once soldier, busnessman, grandfather and Poet.
Inspire All
Photographer Of Life and moments
Motivate | Inspire | Uplift
Ruminative rumblings
Inspired Educators. Inspire Educators.
Drift among the scribbles of writer Janet Gogerty
Sharing my own experiences to help others
From A Garden To A City, And Beyond - The Prophetic Journey. Isaiah 65:17.
For everything notebooks / journal reviews
As a stay at home mom, yoga has helped me compose myself in ways I never expected. I am on a weight loss journey while I attempt to parent my child the best way I know how. Join me on my path and hopefully, it'll inspire you, as well!
Life is all about being curious, asking questions, and discovering your passion. And it can be fun!
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