Seasons are not only those times of year when red, orange, and brown colors tinge leaves on the trees, but the changes we face for which we are never prepared.
Tag: Child loss
I Used to Sing, a Poem
Did you know I used to sing? Then I stopped performing. I walked away from the stage. I left behind a scholarship at a small college as if it was nothing more than a second hand bike passed down three times left out between flat tires, tall grass and the rain. Truth be told, I… Continue reading I Used to Sing, a Poem
I Wanted: A Poem for my Son
There are man things I wanted, but the storms came to pass.
Of Lighthouses and Mermaids, a Corrie Poem
Storms wash away paint on the lighthouse, and there's no repair.
We Must Awake: a Poem
John Lennon’s Imagine comes on the radio, and I turn it off because there is nothing more I want to imagine than a world where we’re together with our little girl. You say to me, “We don’t need the music. Your voice is the most beautiful music to me.”
The Chain That was Broken
Sometimes we can't replace the chain that was broken.
Into this Good Earth, Part 2: Ways We Remember Corrie and Each Other
I knocked the soil loose. There is something I have to find, but I haven't located it, yet.
The Need for this Good Earth, Part I
Each day, I did something new. Mostly, I prepared Corrie's garden and parts of the yard for new plants where some were that had not survived the winter. I was not ready last year to fully take care of the garden, but here below the mountain, in the sway of the wind and the sunlight, I heard my daughter calling me. "Mommy, come water the garden."
Corrie’s Visit Made All Well with my Soul
... but for the first time in a long time, my daughter, Corrie, visited me in a dream. Corrie's visit settled my soul.
No Child’s Word or Whistle
Corrie, It's March and I see journalists' coverage of war on TV. But I also see the cherry blossom trees bloom ...
Corrie's Season 