As a child, I wondered about the houses without wreaths, trees and lights and the reasons why ...
Category: Writing
Coffee and Cake (A Corrie Poem)
I dream of the airplane with blue wings, Corrie's cake, and coffee with cream.
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.
Four Points: Speaking with a Child about the Unimaginable
I saw the tears in Daddy's eyes, and Hayes hugged his Papa. For my father to acknowledge Hayes's losses was a powerful moment for both of them. Another adult, besides his parents, verbally spoke with him about his losses.
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.
Fill Up the Empty Chair for Thanksgiving
Some say empty chairs remain empty all around tables in remodeled kitchens with the island where someone's son ate breakfast. A bar stool sits empty. I arranged flowers this morning for Corrie's room, her spot at the table, and a centerpiece. "Remember me" is a common thought of some who read Bibles and then wonder… Continue reading Fill Up the Empty Chair for Thanksgiving
A Time for Heroes
Dad sits in a waiting room. Eyes red from reading. Eyes tired from small screens and a World War II leaders' novel that I'd given to Mom last Christmas. A Christmas when ... Well, it doesn't matter. Christmases such as that have gone the way of unicorns. My mother, Corrie's Aunt Diana, and my Mom… Continue reading A Time for Heroes
Of Backpacks and Hymn Books
Gold, despite what some say, doesn't just come from mines.
Corrie's Season 