Her grave is important, too.
Infant Girl Houser’s Grave is Important, too
Her grave is important, too.
Tag: Writing
I Walk in the Tides
Wednesday was the first day I'd felt happy, since May 26, 2020. While I'd experienced moments of contentment, bittersweet joy, or laughed; I'd been divorced from happiness for a while. As Hayes and I went to school, Danger Zone came on the radio.
The Switch, Bear Claw and a Fruit Cup
After all, life is not always filled with moments of fruit cups and bear claw tears.
What I Found Out
We want to know, but we don’t want to know.
How we Respond when Consistency Goes
Consistency. Something many of us want as much as currency or a walk in the park when some of us have been constrained in close quarters. Consistency is a stranger to me. It is uncommon to many right now. There are those without jobs because of COVID-19. There are those who, like me from March… Continue reading How we Respond when Consistency Goes
When our Great Moments Meet our Dreams
In times like these it is easy to lose ourselves in dreams rather than deal with the reality. My generation has been here before, but in a different way. Corrie had just turned five near Christmas 2019, but she'd dealt with realities as she felt and saw them. Our 9/11 Moment On September 11, 2001,… Continue reading When our Great Moments Meet our Dreams
Filled with Joy (Poetry Excerpt)
To understand Corrie brings a desire to dance.
Six: A Poem for Corrie’s Collection
Include a pinch of make up you always ask me for when you grab my pale green Clinique tube and press your ...
Christmas Bells on the Door: A Corrie Poem
The Christmas bells on green strings still sound ...
A Short Corrie Poem, Gravel Drive
Birds chirp like Broadway singers singing different words at one time.
Corrie's Season 