Family, Life, parenthood, Poetry, Writing

Gold of No Use Except to Me: a Short Corrie Poem

You said, "But Mommy, I want to go into the woods, too."

Advocacy, autism, children, Family, Joy, Life, parenthood, parenting, Photography

The Greatest Gift Given

We all have something we want.

children, Family, Life, parenthood, Photography, Poetry, Writing

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.

children, Family, Joy, Life, Loss, parenthood, Photography, Poetry, Uncategorized, Writing

The Hero and the Hummingbird: A Hopeful Story in our Walk with Corrie

Corrie appeared in an open area of a deciduous forest similar to the areas in which she'd grown up without bulldozers, road construction and neighborhoods with three inches between houses

Family, Grief, Life, Mental Health, parenting, Photography, Writing

I Walk in the Tides

Wednesday was the first day I'd felt happy, since May 26, 2020. While I'd experienced moments of contentment, bittersweet joy, or laughed; I'd been divorced from happiness for a while. As Hayes and I went to school, Danger Zone came on the radio.

children, inspiration, Life, Politics, Writing

Three and Thirteen

By Rebecca T. Dickinson

Art, children, Communication, Death, Family, Grief, Life, Photography, Writing

The Switch, Bear Claw and a Fruit Cup

After all, life is not always filled with moments of fruit cups and bear claw tears.

children, Family, Life, parenting, Writing

Corrie’s Last Walk

I've experienced more life in 35 years than maybe some people want to feel. On Monday, pictures will pop up on social media of children on the first day of school in an unprecedented school year. And they should. Life keeps going in that way. I will share a picture of Corrie I have never… Continue reading Corrie’s Last Walk

autism, children, Education, Life, parenting, Poetry

Kindergarten was Nothing But Sparkles on Skin

You know, I never got Kindergarten just right. Part time with a pediatric specialist who wrote that I showed echolalic speech and drew grotesque figures for a child my age. In rooms where they asked me questions, in great white rooms where I was an it, a hamster, rather than a child at play. The… Continue reading Kindergarten was Nothing But Sparkles on Skin

Art, children, Education, Family, Life, parenting, Photography, teaching, Writing

Corrie’s Always there to Remind me

I crave to make her memory matter as time changes and continues. Because she stole the spotlight in my heart. Because she proved a unicorn does exist in heaven.