Bereaved Parents, Child loss, Family, inspiration, Joy, parenting, Writing

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.

Bereaved Parents, Child loss, Grief, inspiration, Joy, Life, Loss

Why I Chose The Lord of the Dance for Corrie

Because my daughter lives in me, and she is a "life that'll never, never die."

Child loss, children, Family, Joy, Life, Writing

For the Love of Honey Mustard

With the honey mustard containers John and I brought to the table, you'd think we'd have four children instead of only two.

Family, flowers, garden, Joy, Photography, Writing

A Season for Grace

No matter where you live ... No matter what you believe ... I wish you grace this time of year. Some believe in what Easter stands for, some honor other special traditions, and to others, this time of year is simply spring. The beginning of a fresh flower arrangement Corrie's preschool teacher and I made… Continue reading A Season for Grace

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“If I Call You Juliet” Published in The Walled City Journal

I hope you will celebrate and laugh with me now in the spirit of Corrie as my poem "If I Call You Juliet" has been published by "The Walled City Journal."

Art, Bereaved Parents, Child loss, Joy, Photography

Corrie’s Grave Decked Out for Easter

It takes a long time to take down everything, trim grass, and redecorate. My son and I prepared her grave for Easter.

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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?

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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.

children, Communication, Friends, Holiday, inspiration, Joy, Photography, Poetry, Writing

A Poem: These Gifts Given in Times of Black Ice

My favorite Christmas picture of Corrie from 2017. The poem below is written as a "thank you" to so many people who sent us cards, messages, or gifts in support of our journey without Corrie. This is a poem you have to read through with the biggest "thank you" to Mom and my husband, John.… Continue reading A Poem: These Gifts Given in Times of Black Ice