Our daughter knows all the reasons why, and she'd have you lift your eyes to the heavens where she paints those sunset colors just for you.
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.
Maybe It Won’t Rain, a Poem
Never could I whistle, and never did time allow for my goodbyes to all the children I ever loved.
Roadside: A Corrie Poem
Pull off on the road side where I pick six Tiger Lillies growing between the state park and the paved road with holes careful drivers swerve around.
Twilight in June: A Corrie Poem
I walk in the twilight in June—a time when kids find love easy along with the Internet and cigarettes.
A Corrie Poem: Lightning Bugs
When I see the lightning bugs from your desk and window, I wonder if there are lightning bugs up where angels fly.
A Reflection on Military Members Lost
Less than two months after Corrie's graduation to heaven, I thought about my great grandmother, and her loss of her oldest son, Marshall.
A Reflection on the Person who Inspired my Strength
Never make a decision in the dark. Wait for the dawn to come.
How We Remember Corrie
Corrie’s First Angel Anniversary Poem: Some Kingdoms
Sometimes we will heart the tap of shoes and giggles long after footsteps walk through the grove, the store, or sidewalks they know.
Why I Chose The Lord of the Dance for Corrie
Because my daughter lives in me, and she is a "life that'll never, never die."
Corrie's Season 