Dad sits in a waiting room. Eyes red from reading. Eyes tired from small screens and a World War II leaders' novel that I'd given to Mom last Christmas. A Christmas when ... Well, it doesn't matter. Christmases such as that have gone the way of unicorns. My mother, Corrie's Aunt Diana, and my Mom… Continue reading A Time for Heroes
Tag: Writing
Of Backpacks and Hymn Books
Gold, despite what some say, doesn't just come from mines.
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.
Will You Know her Name?
... when I hear Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata, it is the soundtrack playing inside of me for the loss of a legend: the light, the imp, and angel far from where I can see."
Flipping the Nightmare: A Halloween in Reverse
“Mommy, sing me a song, and not about a raven or a nevermore. Sing about where we fly and about my new wings.”
The Greatest Purpose to Write
Just like my son, Corrie was a person you could not just walk away from
Symphonies for Little Girls
"I was alone listening to Beethoven's 'Moonlight Sonata' on the other side of the school, and I thought, I will write Corrie a symphony of words."
Ham Biscuits
Don't promise me when you know, I know, there are no guarantees that the mountain leaves will still cling to trees if we drive up this weekend. A weekend is a hope and a promise; a date when they promise to send you a check. Did you ever wait in a place for someone to… Continue reading Ham Biscuits
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.
Infant Girl Houser’s Grave is Important, too
Her grave is important, too.