We named the new garden Arendelle, after John, my husband, recommended calling it the North Garden. It honors Corrie's love of Frozen.
Tag: Writing
In the Time of Tulips
Bloom not too early, but bloom not too late.
Fear Not What You Write, a Poem
Know your truth in all things. Be not afraid. Should they say, "I have castles upon the land," reply, "But I possess the heart from the lion's den."
A Forever Kind of Love
John and our son, Hayes, during a visit to the beach. I loved him then. I love him now. I loved him when his mother died. I loved him when he became a father-leader. I loved him when his father died. I loved him when the tornado came. I loved him when COVID hit. I… Continue reading A Forever Kind of Love
“Are You Looking, Mommy?”
When I see the daffodils, I spot her run behind the trees.
Why the Angels Sing, a Poem
I know why the angels sing.
Ways to Find Light in Grief
Today, I write with a story from darkness to light, being defined to re-defining, and uncertain fear to enlightenment. I acknowledge that I'm not always strong through my journey with grief; that the laughter and comedy, which is my usual medicine, aren't always a cure. I hope with anyone's journey through grief you know that… Continue reading Ways to Find Light in Grief
Mountain Castaways: Eleven Years Married
Though I will become but scattered ash, you were all the glory of the worlds to me.
Happy 8th Birthday, Corrie! (with poem)
Happy heavenly birthday to our daughter, Corrie! This is her third birthday in heaven, and it marks two-and-a-half-years since Corrie earned her wings. Besides already being a difficult time, it also marks half of the life she lived on Earth. I haven't written in a while because as I get closer to times of remembrance,… Continue reading Happy 8th Birthday, Corrie! (with poem)
Dreams for My Children: a Poem for Corrie and Her Brother
In a dream, I heard her laughter. She bounced on the bed I could feel her arms around me, and see her curls wrap around her face. As always, her hair flew unkempt, unbrushed as if she'd just read Where the Wild Things Are. I'd laugh and tell her, "She was one of the the… Continue reading Dreams for My Children: a Poem for Corrie and Her Brother
Corrie's Season 