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?
Did you know my Corrie Belle?: a Corrie Poem
If you know my daughter, you know her impact is such as legends make of kings.
October and a Part of “Sweet Sixteen,” a Corrie Poem
Six minus one is five, and at sixteen, we seldom realize destinies are nothing more than beautiful orange and yellow leaves cleaving to branches in late October before they fall in a river bank.
Infant Girl Houser’s Grave is Important, too
Her grave is important, too.
The Green Spaces of the World: Many Pictures
When I've lost myself, or my mind, I find it again in nature.
“Mommy, What Does Love Look Like”: Stories Imagined and Stories Told
When the darkest hour was not done and the mud feel from the mountain, yes, I slid. The tears came, and my anger, without a mercy for which a Christian sinner prays, set ablaze for those who demanded when they'd received. I collapsed upon the green shores where you once played and asked for such stories of mine. Then your father came home with your brother, and found me quiet ...
Gold of No Use Except to Me: a Short Corrie Poem
You said, "But Mommy, I want to go into the woods, too."
The Greatest Gift Given
We all have something we want.
Remember the Times: a Joyful Corrie Reflection and Poetry Excerpt
Then are times, like now, when I come out of the winter. I feel the joy of her life. I feel the pull of her spirit. Her strength and humor then remind me of how she would want me to be after her death.
The Place of Corrie’s Dreams: with a poetry excerpt
Did you ever stop and hear about the house of which Corrie dreamed?
Corrie's Season 