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: Child loss
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 ...
What is Gold to Us
I reached a point in December 2020/ January 2021 when I lost count of the weeks, since Corrie's death. This is something you only understand if you've lost someone you love so much. "Six" became my signature poem for the collection for many different reasons. It was six weeks, since she died, and it was an age she never got to see.
When We Danced in the Rain, from Corrie’s Collection
Grab your rain boots, or leave your sandals on. Let's dance in the rain before the thunder comes.
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.
Why I Know my Daughter Lives
I talk to Corrie everyday. Whether through a dream, memory, or out loud; I speak with my daughter. A relationship with a child isn’t like other relationships that may stop cold turkey. I still have two children. It’s just one moved out before the other. She grew her wings. She graduated to heaven, and we… Continue reading Why I Know my Daughter Lives
The Time of Year: a Corrie Poem
It’s that time of year, Darling, when I must be creative in the way I decorate.
How Much Pride I Take in my Daughter
Everyone always comments on her beauty, but she possessed an intelligence and wit beyond her 5.5 years.
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.
On Another Shore: A Photo Story Poem for Brother and Sister
You are always with me. We walk on different shores. When you dig your toes into the sand, know I dig my toes in the sand on another shore.
Corrie's Season 