When Corrie earned her wings, we requested everyone donate live plants for a memorial garden. John, my father, sister-in-law and I had to divide the work for Corrie's Memorial Garden up into phases. We had offers of help, and we wanted to call upon volunteers who were willing to give their time without overusing it.… Continue reading How does Corrie’s Garden Grow?
Category: Loss
The Green Spaces of the World: Many Pictures
When I've lost myself, or my mind, I find it again in nature.
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
How we Respond when Consistency Goes
Consistency. Something many of us want as much as currency or a walk in the park when some of us have been constrained in close quarters. Consistency is a stranger to me. It is uncommon to many right now. There are those without jobs because of COVID-19. There are those who, like me from March… Continue reading How we Respond when Consistency Goes
The G-Word
This is the fourth post in my goodbye series. Dedicated to those who have ever had to say goodbye too soon. July is is Bereaved Parents' Month. Don't say the g-word. I don't want to hear it. "God?" you ask. I roll my eyes like my daughter, Corrie, did when I asked her a question… Continue reading The G-Word
With my Goodbye, Mom, Your Walls will Fall Down
This is the second in a six part blog series about goodbye. In times of tragedy, friends and family say more with goodbye than we could ever imagine. With her final goodbye, Corrie busted up my walls I'd built around me over a period of six years. Corrie was a more social creature than I… Continue reading With my Goodbye, Mom, Your Walls will Fall Down
When we Say Goodbye
Goodbye provokes a creative language; almost like the oral version of beautiful Ancient Chinese calligraphy.
The Corrie Poem So I Write
I was blessed with a daughter on a day in December when it looked gray and had rained. The nurse wanted to take my baby from my arms and put her in a crib. I cried waking my husband on the couch as I said how "I want to go home." He said we would… Continue reading The Corrie Poem So I Write
The Middle School Season
Corrie on the night of my school's eighth grade dance this past winter. Some seasons we long to keep going. It is like that swim you want to take in September before the climate changes. Some seasons we want to end quickly. For five years and five months, I faced some serious tests from graduating… Continue reading The Middle School Season
Letting Go and not in the Elsa Way
The hardest part of parenthood is letting go. I am learning to let go in more ways than one. I'm not Elsa at the top of the mountain singing the joy of newfound freedom, "Let it go." As a child, I dreamed, however naively, I'd find this great love story and have my own children.… Continue reading Letting Go and not in the Elsa Way
Corrie's Season 