Child loss, children, Life, Loss, Poetry, Writing

That Way: A Corrie Poem

Remember when I interview you in braids and a princesses' bathing suit?

Bereaved Parents, Child loss, children, Family, Grief, Life, Photography, Photos, Poetry, Writing

A Spring You Envision, a Corrie Poem

My hopes for you, my daughter, are many like a spring you envision lasting forever.

Art, Bereaved Parents, children, Family, Joy, Life, parenting, Photography, Poetry, Uncategorized, Writing

As Legends Make of Kings: The Iconic Picture of Corrie

We speak of her not as a piece of history, but as the breath you must experience outside when the first daffodils bloom.

Bereaved Parents, children, Family, inspiration, Joy, Life, Poetry, Writing

A Corrie Poem

Remember when we watched the planes fly out?

Art, Bereaved Parents, Child loss, children, flowers, Photography, Poetry, Writing

Daffodils are Blooming: A Short Corrie Poem

I see you in the flowers, angel.

bereavement, children, Communication, Education, Family, inspiration, Life, Writing

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 ...

children, Communication, Family, Grief, inspiration, Life, parenting, Writing

Forever Our Valentine

It is a different kind of Valentine I wrote, but I wrote in the remembrance of the deepest love.

children, Family, Grief, inspiration, Life, Poetry, Writing

Rainbows

Who am I to debate over whether you can really put your hand in the ultra violet rays, or to say, "The rainbow never existed anyway."

autism, children, Family, inspiration, Life, parenting

Mother and Son

Be easy on yourself.

bereavement, children, Family, parenthood, Poetry, Writing

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