I'm grateful that "Some Mornings on the Farm" marks my twentieth publication.
Fourth Corrie Poem Published
I'm grateful that "Some Mornings on the Farm" marks my twentieth publication.
Category: Poetry
A Poem, Excerpt from The Girl on Arc Fall Road
As the years go by, employees leave the cities, they live in renovated mill houses with an in-ground pool in the backyard, and a BMW in a new garage.
Not Your Average Teacher: Atypical, LEGO Educator and Published
I celebrate 20 publications. I celebrate and embrace being atypical. I honor and remember that grief does not define me, but is a part of me.
We Must Awake: a Poem
John Lennon’s Imagine comes on the radio, and I turn it off because there is nothing more I want to imagine than a world where we’re together with our little girl. You say to me, “We don’t need the music. Your voice is the most beautiful music to me.”
Meet Me at Sunset, a Corrie Poem
That is why I must stay until, as my daughter says, "Meet me at sunset just as the last colors cross the sky. You won't know the day or time, Mommy, but I will meet you at sunset as the last colors cross the sky."
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."
No Child’s Word or Whistle
Corrie, It's March and I see journalists' coverage of war on TV. But I also see the cherry blossom trees bloom ...
When the Daffodils Blossom … and a Corrie Poem
Wake me in the morning to see the daffodils. See how they bloom during a time when lovers bring flowers, chocolates, and declare a summer day in Paris on "vacay" kind of love to one another.
Snow for Angel’s Feet (a Corrie Poem)
Perhaps the snow falls for angel's feet. Perhaps that's why we do not meet.
Hands that Betray, Hands on my Daughter’s Grave: A Reflection
But I must, again, find my internal grit, and face the world with what has happened and what will come.
Corrie's Season 