But I have a ring that reminds me of a destiny greater than myself.
The Destiny of the One Ring
But I have a ring that reminds me of a destiny greater than myself.
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.
The Mothers We Need to Remember: A Poem
This poem is written for the mothers we sometimes forget on Mother's Day.
For the Love of Honey Mustard
With the honey mustard containers John and I brought to the table, you'd think we'd have four children instead of only two.
Jack’s Work of Art: A Poem for Corrie’s Father
The circle of men crowded the museum for the first time in five years to judge the work of art. They gathered around the work by Jack after the curators of the museum had promised Jack that every color, every edge, and blur could possibly lead to his own exhibit. For they claimed they were… Continue reading Jack’s Work of Art: A Poem for Corrie’s Father
National Poetry Month: “For The Love of Cherry Blossom Trees”
In late March, when we first saw the Cherry Blossom Trees lined the street, the pinks mingled with the sunrise.
A Season for Grace
No matter where you live ... No matter what you believe ... I wish you grace this time of year. Some believe in what Easter stands for, some honor other special traditions, and to others, this time of year is simply spring. The beginning of a fresh flower arrangement Corrie's preschool teacher and I made… Continue reading A Season for Grace
“If I Call You Juliet” Published in The Walled City Journal
I hope you will celebrate and laugh with me now in the spirit of Corrie as my poem "If I Call You Juliet" has been published by "The Walled City Journal."
A Poem for my Friends: The Moment When
Step outside one day at a time, and refuse to recoil when I hear that people are putting out their hummingbird feeders again for such birds of blue and green my Corrie shows to me in my sleep.
Choices in the Spring: A Corrie Poem
I could've closed the garden gate,and gone away for good. Let theweeds surface, and the planterscurse us in wondering why wewould. I could've stayed in bedwhen I thought the clouds wouldnever part. But it is my choice torise, and not the sun nor the sky's.That is not to say there won'tcome days when I will… Continue reading Choices in the Spring: A Corrie Poem
Corrie’s Grave Decked Out for Easter
It takes a long time to take down everything, trim grass, and redecorate. My son and I prepared her grave for Easter.
Corrie's Season 