But I need my fellow teachers, friends, and family to know I’m stronger than perhaps some realize. I have an inner strength at my core. It will disallow me from succumbing to any weakness within.
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.
More than a Million Words: Ten Years Married to Corrie’s Father
Now, on the weekend of our ten-year-anniversary, we face a next phase in our journey. We will walk together in the new years as John battles stage 3 colon cancer with all the strength for which he's known. He will work through the chemo and radiation.
Celebrating Corrie
Thank you to everyone for honoring Corrie's birthday! It means more than you will ever know to spread Corrie's name and her memory. I wrote a hopefully inspirational, hard, honest, and ultimately, grateful reflection.
7 Minutes in Heaven (a Corrie Poem)
Six I've since learned in the eighteen months since I lost my little girl, who loved to wear her red winter coat made for church in a March rain, that December reminds me of the time when her father ...
Wish Everyone A Successful 2021-2022
When you think about your year whether you're a parent, teacher, student, or someone else; don't sweat the small stuff. Please read more for my education blog as I wish for a successful school year for everyone.
What is Gold to Us
I reached a point in December 2020/ January 2021 when I lost count of the weeks, since Corrie's death. This is something you only understand if you've lost someone you love so much. "Six" became my signature poem for the collection for many different reasons. It was six weeks, since she died, and it was an age she never got to see.
Not Your Great Aunt Mildred’s Teacher
Corrie was never afraid to ask. She'd start with the charm offensive. When students enter our classroom, they know anything might happen. It’s not in the “We’re going to Disney World” way. Nor is it in the “Mermaid unicorns do exist way.” Our classroom is not your Great Aunt Mildred’s classroom where students sit in… Continue reading Not Your Great Aunt Mildred’s Teacher
What They Don’t Tell you About COVID, a Poem for my Son
What do you do when your child becomes something to remain behind the caution tape for longer than the time the doctor says he needs to be? What happens when instead of being in a contaminated room with doctors and nurses in hazmat suits the walls build up around you and your child? It's like… Continue reading What They Don’t Tell you About COVID, a Poem for my Son
Corrie's Season 