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.
Category: bereavement
7 Minutes in Heaven (a Corrie Poem)
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 ...
Our Dance Without a Name
Our dances aren't on the pop culture scene, nor are they in clubs.
Dear Jackie: A Poem of Loss and Courage
Jackie, I hope for the strength most never speak of because they do not dream of what it requires.
Not Just Education, But A Love Story
This is a post I wrote about Corrie and our relationship with education on my teaching blog, also named for her. The journey in education was never a choice, but a love story. Find out what I mean ...
Things We Never Fabricate: A Corrie Poem Read Aloud
https://youtu.be/8KItm5PFa3w Corrie, as I mention in the poem, in rain boots at the beach. This is the grave I mention in the poem. She has new balloon and a flag. As I put down the box made of a basket’s weave next to the space where Baby Alex rests, an angel statue lays on its… Continue reading Things We Never Fabricate: A Corrie Poem Read Aloud
Our Commonality: A Poem for All Who’ve Lost
... we put away their treasures like the porcelain cocker spaniel they kept next to a vase with a necklace around its neck, and in which new sunflowers were placed every Saturday.
Questions I Ask: A Corrie Poem with Corrie Spirit
I hear her voice call me, "Mom-mae," and I see her throw glitter in a room with Whitney Houston and balloons.
Unlit, A Corrie Poem
As a child, I wondered about the houses without wreaths, trees and lights and the reasons why ...
Fill Up the Empty Chair for Thanksgiving
Some say empty chairs remain empty all around tables in remodeled kitchens with the island where someone's son ate breakfast. A bar stool sits empty. I arranged flowers this morning for Corrie's room, her spot at the table, and a centerpiece. "Remember me" is a common thought of some who read Bibles and then wonder… Continue reading Fill Up the Empty Chair for Thanksgiving