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We Were Made to Endure

We were made to step out of the sand rather than be stepped upon in the sand.

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Art at Corrie’s: Foxes, Racons, Flowers and Martha’s Stained Glass

I also added a turkey, fox and new floral arrangement with the roses for Martha and Corrie.

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When We Say Artist

When we say artist, I think it is someone who attempts to make sense of the world when logic fails, and creation is all that’s left.

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The Greatest Purpose to Write

Just like my son, Corrie was a person you could not just walk away from

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The Writing for Corrie’s First Poetry Collection is Done

Relief sets in on an artist when he or she says, "It's done." Some of us take longer. Some projects are shorter. In my life, I've written three full novels. Those are the manuscripts I completed. Two were the warm ups to the third on which I spent seven years. "Son" is an excerpt from… Continue reading The Writing for Corrie’s First Poetry Collection is Done

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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.

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Infant Girl Houser’s Grave is Important, too

Her grave is important, too.

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The Green Spaces of the World: Many Pictures

When I've lost myself, or my mind, I find it again in nature.

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“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 ...

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Gold of No Use Except to Me: a Short Corrie Poem

You said, "But Mommy, I want to go into the woods, too."