I lost the kitten that went with the mitten. I don’t know where to find her. She played in the sun. When she was done, she came to wash the dishes as she followed my wishes to help me with the dinner. She said, “I’m the winner,” to her Papa, who ate the chips and… Continue reading Lost the Kitten: A Corrie Poem by her Mom
You Will Have to Make Omelets Again
Corrie had a way of bringing out the artist in me. She had a way of opening me up when I had closed myself away from so many due to trust issues I’d developed through the years. In fact, if people wanted to see my real personality, I encouraged them to come to my classroom.… Continue reading You Will Have to Make Omelets Again
A Poem for Corrie
Writing should always have a purpose. When we're thirteen, it may only be to get those feelings out on paper with our limited knowledge of the world. Then, in some cases, thirteen-year-olds know more than my preteen self. I am so thankful to those who've reached out in person, on Facebook, and from the Twitter… Continue reading A Poem for Corrie
Mommy, I Need to Water the Flowers
The work ahead of my family seems heavier than a load anyone wants to lift.It's a load my students this year would say, "This is too much work." It's the type of work previous students would say, "You doin' too much." Sometimes I think my past traumatic experiences are taken lightly. But, those ordeals made it… Continue reading Mommy, I Need to Water the Flowers
Life after Her Death
There is a sense you have nothing to lose after a major life catastrophe. I have previously written about having a purpose to write. Life experience has offered some funny situations about which I’ve written and more serious events. I thought there would be just a period of relief after last school year and a… Continue reading Life after Her Death
Rumors about Eddie
You know there's rumors going 'round about Eddie. Some say he left his now adult daughters and never returned. Others say he planned to pick them up, but went skiing instead. Didn't you hear the rumors going 'round about Eddie? They, maybe a daughter or two, say he left them on the front porch, and… Continue reading Rumors about Eddie
The Call to Write about Trauma
I wrote some meaningful poems during that time.
I wrote some crappy, thirteen-year-old blow your nose in notebook paper poems.
Pimping Out My Mac and Cheese
My daughter wants to pimp out my Mac and cheese. It’s creamy with the heavy cream and it’s three cheese. She says I can visit my students house to house, and give out my Mac and cheese. I’m a louse for not going house to house like the teachers you see on TV. I don’t… Continue reading Pimping Out My Mac and Cheese
The Thing about Memorial Day
During Coronavirus, I have admired the different steps people have taken to show kindness when I thought it was going the way of the dinosaurs. Just as my son with autism believes dinosaurs will make a come back, kindness has made a small comeback. We need, as a society, to take kindness to the next… Continue reading The Thing about Memorial Day
Things Every Teacher Needs to Hear
From my education blog that I started in January, I have a word or more about things teachers need to hear now. via Things Every Teacher Needs to Hear
Corrie's Season 