Then attempt to walk in the shoes of a parent who expects their child's memorial to remain beautiful and for the staff to respect it.
Category: Writing
Pictures of Corrie’s Resting Place for St. Patrick’s
Sometimes we feel alone in our grief over someone we've lost. Grief is the expression of our love for a life that filled our being.
When and Why We Write
Sometimes when we write, ... we're really writing for someone else. Authors write for ourselves, too, otherwise: Why do it? Now, I am grateful to add poet with my author achievements because two of my poems will be published later this year. My therapist asked me what she thought was a strange question: "Can I… Continue reading When and Why We Write
Not Just Education, But A Love Story
This is a post I wrote about Corrie and our relationship with education on my teaching blog, also named for her. The journey in education was never a choice, but a love story. Find out what I mean ...
Forever Our Valentine
It is a different kind of Valentine I wrote, but I wrote in the remembrance of the deepest love.
Rainbows
Who am I to debate over whether you can really put your hand in the ultra violet rays, or to say, "The rainbow never existed anyway."
Things We Never Fabricate: A Corrie Poem Read Aloud
https://youtu.be/8KItm5PFa3w Corrie, as I mention in the poem, in rain boots at the beach. This is the grave I mention in the poem. She has new balloon and a flag. As I put down the box made of a basket’s weave next to the space where Baby Alex rests, an angel statue lays on its… Continue reading Things We Never Fabricate: A Corrie Poem Read Aloud
Our Commonality: A Poem for All Who’ve Lost
... we put away their treasures like the porcelain cocker spaniel they kept next to a vase with a necklace around its neck, and in which new sunflowers were placed every Saturday.
Questions I Ask: A Corrie Poem with Corrie Spirit
I hear her voice call me, "Mom-mae," and I see her throw glitter in a room with Whitney Houston and balloons.
The Age of Superheroes, A Poem for my Children
... I hear a voice from the seat behind me. It sounds like the beautiful result of God's experimentation in laughter.
Corrie's Season 