There are man things I wanted, but the storms came to pass.
I Wanted: A Poem for my Son
There are man things I wanted, but the storms came to pass.
Category: children
Into this Good Earth, Part 2: Ways We Remember Corrie and Each Other
I knocked the soil loose. There is something I have to find, but I haven't located it, yet.
The Need for this Good Earth, Part I
Each day, I did something new. Mostly, I prepared Corrie's garden and parts of the yard for new plants where some were that had not survived the winter. I was not ready last year to fully take care of the garden, but here below the mountain, in the sway of the wind and the sunlight, I heard my daughter calling me. "Mommy, come water the garden."
No Child’s Word or Whistle
Corrie, It's March and I see journalists' coverage of war on TV. But I also see the cherry blossom trees bloom ...
Celebrating Corrie
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.
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.
What They Don’t Tell you About COVID, a Poem for my Son
What do you do when your child becomes something to remain behind the caution tape for longer than the time the doctor says he needs to be? What happens when instead of being in a contaminated room with doctors and nurses in hazmat suits the walls build up around you and your child? It's like… Continue reading What They Don’t Tell you About COVID, a Poem for my Son
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.
The Time of Year: a Corrie Poem
It’s that time of year, Darling, when I must be creative in the way I decorate.
Corrie's Season 