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Category: Life
Even on Amazon: a Poem for my Son
Son, there exist dreams I wishI could make come true, and not the kindwhere some parents buy ordo for theirkids, so they never learn howdimes drop into sewers moreoften than make it to the candy shop.Son, look in my eyes because I know what becomes of holding on toanger and despair so great,it feels likea… Continue reading Even on Amazon: a Poem for my Son
Orange, Gold and Mahogany: a Corrie Poem
The oak leaves change from green to orange, gold and mahogany, and the pines remain evergreen. On such drives, when you allow, the sun steals you away to places where people say, "shall" and "thine" and in a glade ...
A Reflection of my Life as a Writer, Author, and Poet, Part I
Just because I was identified as a child with learning disabilities and possibly autistic rather than academically gifted, it failed to mean that my intelligence and gifts would never show.
My Son’s Middle School Season
Seasons are not only those times of year when red, orange, and brown colors tinge leaves on the trees, but the changes we face for which we are never prepared.
Gratitude Part I: The Difference in Gratitude v. Thanks
I think of quickly forgotten, or thanks, as the goldfish in someone's aquarium. "Oh, they have a goldfish." Yet, every time my family goes to a seafood restaurant, and spots the "Nemo Fish" in the aquarium, it is forever remembered.
Two Years and One Month after Corrie
But that's why there are seasons to grief, and also friends, who are patient and stay nearby, will see a different you rise from the ashes.
To my Students: It’s Not “Goodbye,” but “See You Later”
As the end of the school year arrived, I had a lot more to say than could fit into your average social media post.
Into this Good Earth, Part 2: Ways We Remember Corrie and Each Other
I knocked the soil loose. There is something I have to find, but I haven't located it, yet.
The Need for this Good Earth, Part I
Each day, I did something new. Mostly, I prepared Corrie's garden and parts of the yard for new plants where some were that had not survived the winter. I was not ready last year to fully take care of the garden, but here below the mountain, in the sway of the wind and the sunlight, I heard my daughter calling me. "Mommy, come water the garden."
Corrie's Season 