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Pictures of Corrie’s Resting Place for St. Patrick’s

Sometimes we feel alone in our grief over someone we've lost. Grief is the expression of our love for a life that filled our being.

Art, Books, Family, inspiration, Publishing, Writing

When and Why We Write

Sometimes when we write, ... we're really writing for someone else. Authors write for ourselves, too, otherwise: Why do it? Now, I am grateful to add poet with my author achievements because two of my poems will be published later this year. My therapist asked me what she thought was a strange question: "Can I… Continue reading When and Why We Write

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 ...

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Forever Our Valentine

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

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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."

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Mother and Son

Be easy on yourself.

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Pages Written by Shakespeare

I remember when you sat by my side, and cut a plastic plate in half to make a mask with my students on the screen.

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Always Something There to Remind Me

But, the words from this song give both the essence of Corrie and how we feel.

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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.

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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.