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
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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
Infant Girl Houser’s Grave is Important, too
Her grave is important, too.
The Green Spaces of the World: Many Pictures
When I've lost myself, or my mind, I find it again in nature.
“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.
Remember the Times: a Joyful Corrie Reflection and Poetry Excerpt
Then are times, like now, when I come out of the winter. I feel the joy of her life. I feel the pull of her spirit. Her strength and humor then remind me of how she would want me to be after her death.
The Place of Corrie’s Dreams: with a poetry excerpt
Did you ever stop and hear about the house of which Corrie dreamed?
She Graduated to Heaven
The wreath and her princess balloon for the first day of school were in the car ready to go Sunday night. I drove like a NASCAR driver to the cemetery. It's amazing I wasn't pulled.