Remember, those sweet honeybees don't know me. A sparkling sassiness has overtaken the sarcasm, which was always a part of my personality. It's an attitude of: "Honey, if you don't like it, there's the door. The beautiful thing about the door is that you can fit through it and I can shut it."
Category: Advocacy
Still Believe in Rainbows and Stars, A Poem
I debated within myself whether I'd share this poem, I Still Believe in Rainbows and Stars, for multiple reasons. It's multilayered with connections to Corrie and other topics, and like several of the poems I'm currently writing, deep in processing what the US is witnessing as a nation.
Growing in Grief Through Gardens
Growing up, I laughed at the thought of working in any garden. I believed that I possessed a brown thumb. Evening in Corrie's Butterfly Garden, also known as the Main Garden. Yet, the earliest lesson I remember from my teacher happened in second grade. Ironically, that was year I was officially diagnosed with attention deficit… Continue reading Growing in Grief Through Gardens
LEGO: A Love Story, Part I
Throughout these two-and-half years (three years this May) after Corrie earned her wings, and during which John battled stage 3 colon cancer, we've had many stories from Corrie's garden, to Hayes' growth, in education and with us. Another part involves LEGO.
A Journey Long after the Casseroles are Gone
Never walk alone. I'll be here long after the casseroles are gone.
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.
COVID-19: A Real Story
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.
These Things I Wonder
There are so many things I wonder. Questions without answers.
What is the Power of Words in Our Grief?
No matter the loss. No matter the person. No one should ever feel alone in the months and years after loss. Grief doesn't vanish after the last casserole comes to the door.
A Reflection on the Person who Inspired my Strength
Never make a decision in the dark. Wait for the dawn to come.