My son was deeply disturbed by last week's events. I wrote a poem for him. My dear Son, I wish I could believe in a wish upon a star again in the same way I wish I could make the world a better place for you because, at only ten, you know dreams slip away… Continue reading My Dear Son, a Poem
Category: Life
When We Say “Our House”
The house, our house, is meant to be a place to heal rather than divide. It keeps the table where we should sit and discuss. Something, we dream, that should stand for ages long after our footsteps disappear from the Earth's fields.
Our Most Teachable Moments
It is an action to educate yourself about cultures different than your own in order to communicate and create a better world.
Three Goals for 2021
As 2021 begins, I look forward with Corrie on my mind to what I call my rehabilitation goals. Some goals are set between my husband, John, and me. Others are general.
A Poem of Loss: Where We Walk
Friend, I know loss like the knowledge that snow seldom sticks to sidewalks where we walk, or it stays soft for as long as it takes a running back prodiogy to run for a touchdown. Touch down, I know you'd hoped his feet would touch down on the ground again, and hopes wanted are dreams… Continue reading A Poem of Loss: Where We Walk
A Sibling Love Story: Poem for Corrie and Hayes
Hayes and Corrie in early May 2020. sticks in black water, the lake where my grandparents lived looked black until you crept to the side and saw sticks with splintered stems. i’ve heard love stories like that before. the story where a couple chooses the happiest moments for coffee mugs, pillows, and twentieth anniversary albums.… Continue reading A Sibling Love Story: Poem for Corrie and Hayes
The Best Reason Why: John, His Service, and His Poem
Some loves experience more pies in the face than ballets and dreams sold to strangers on a holiday channel.
We Were Made to Endure
We were made to step out of the sand rather than be stepped upon in the sand.
A Corrie Poem: A Day
There will come a day, as days come and days fade, when i look at the walls after I walk through the double doors to pick up my son from his elementary school.
The Three Cs in Growth through Grief
Friends on social media share the happy pictures of their children all of the time. Now, I can either drink two bottles of wine and feel the full weight of envy, or I can celebrate the life of my daughter by making somber places beautiful. I can make them look like the joy and happiness Corrie brought to my life.
Corrie's Season 