This poem is written for the mothers we sometimes forget on Mother's Day.
Category: autism
Mother and Son
Be easy on yourself.
A Poem: When I Let Anger Go
Once I held anger close as a child holds a teddy bear.
A Sibling Love Story: Poem for Corrie and Hayes
Hayes and Corrie in early May 2020. sticks in black water, the lake where my grandparents lived looked black until you crept to the side and saw sticks with splintered stems. i’ve heard love stories like that before. the story where a couple chooses the happiest moments for coffee mugs, pillows, and twentieth anniversary albums.… Continue reading A Sibling Love Story: Poem for Corrie and Hayes
Four Points: Speaking with a Child about the Unimaginable
I saw the tears in Daddy's eyes, and Hayes hugged his Papa. For my father to acknowledge Hayes's losses was a powerful moment for both of them. Another adult, besides his parents, verbally spoke with him about his losses.
When We Say Artist
When we say artist, I think it is someone who attempts to make sense of the world when logic fails, and creation is all that’s left.
When We Face what is Broken
Maybe it is cliche, but: Have you ever stopped and thought about broken glass on a floor? Of course, immediately after we think of cleaning every part of the floor, ensuring broken pieces are in a dust pan, and that no one walks in as you clean up. Maybe after you feel the loss of… Continue reading When We Face what is Broken
The Writing for Corrie’s First Poetry Collection is Done
Relief sets in on an artist when he or she says, "It's done." Some of us take longer. Some projects are shorter. In my life, I've written three full novels. Those are the manuscripts I completed. Two were the warm ups to the third on which I spent seven years. "Son" is an excerpt from… Continue reading The Writing for Corrie’s First Poetry Collection is Done
“Mommy, What Does Love Look Like”: Stories Imagined and Stories Told
When the darkest hour was not done and the mud feel from the mountain, yes, I slid. The tears came, and my anger, without a mercy for which a Christian sinner prays, set ablaze for those who demanded when they'd received. I collapsed upon the green shores where you once played and asked for such stories of mine. Then your father came home with your brother, and found me quiet ...
The Greatest Gift Given
We all have something we want.
Corrie's Season 