write, share videos and pictures of Corrie, and excerpts from her poems; not to forever revisit or stay in the darkness, but we must remember my family and I had to--and sometimes still--travel through this heartbreak and hardship to reach some new light.
Tag: Writing
In the Middle of Some Road
Mask 1 hides the bereaved mother screaming inside. She asks, “Why am I still alive?” but I tuck her down deep, even put her to sleep, so she will not speak all that is one her mind. "Shhh … little momma, don’t you cry" although your daughter is not alive.
A Picasso Shade of Blue
Born with a different kind of mind– and not the etch-a-sketch kind with the straight edges and directions to flow–is like sitting on the steps of the shallow end without a clue of how to swim or where to go.
Pictures Tell a Thousand Stories
It drove my second grade teacher Mrs. Rewis crazy if a student said, "a hundred" or "a thousand" because these weren't precise numbers. A student could say, "one hundred," and this is accurate. But some stories don't possess an exact number ...
For Corrie’s Ninth Birthday
Each year, we honor Corrie’s birthday in a small celebration with friends.
A Message of Thanks from Corrie’s Family
When I consider the message of Thanksgiving, a lot of words fill my mind and heart for what I wish others to know and feel.
From Out of the Darkness, You will Come
Often, from our darkest spaces, and our most vulnerable moments comes a light we can choose to cast on a small section of the world.
My Daughter’s Hands
One isn't weak because they break from the storm set to take the love you won’t forsake. Harsh words reflect shadows we cannot shake.
Heartbreak at Twilight, a Poem
When you sing at twilight, of whom do you think?
Cherry Blossoms: How Dreams for Our Children Change
We all have dreams for our children. I've often seen them symbolized in Cherry Blossom Trees
Corrie's Season 