Tag: Writing

Bereaved Parents, bereavement, Child loss, garden, Grief, Photography, Photos, Poetry, Writing

In Every Gold, Bright Orange, and Russet Leaf: a Reflection of Autumn in Corrie’s Poems

Corrie's Mom

I felt Corrie in every gold, bright orange, and russet leaf. Six minus one is five, and at sixteen, we seldom realize destinies are nothing more than beautiful orange and yellow leaves cleaving to branches in late October before they fall in a river bank. Sweet sixteen, like fairy tales with happy endings, are inventions of commercials and ads to buy disco balls and dresses.

Bereaved Parents, bereavement, children, Grief, Life, Loss, parenting, Poetry, Writing

Even on Amazon: a Poem for my Son

Corrie's Mom

Son, there exist dreams I wishI could make come true, and not the kindwhere some parents buy ordo for theirkids, so they never learn howdimes drop into sewers moreoften than make it to the candy shop.Son, look in my eyes because I know what becomes of holding on toanger and despair so great,it feels likea… Continue reading Even on Amazon: a Poem for my Son

bereavement, Child loss, Grief, inspiration, Life, Loss, nature, Poetry, Writing

Orange, Gold and Mahogany: a Corrie Poem

Corrie's Mom

The oak leaves change from green to orange, gold and mahogany, and the pines remain evergreen. On such drives, when you allow, the sun steals you away to places where people say, "shall" and "thine" and in a glade ...

autism, Education, Family, inspiration, Life, Poetry, Writing

A Reflection of my Life as a Writer, Author, and Poet, Part I

Corrie's Mom

Just because I was identified as a child with learning disabilities and possibly autistic rather than academically gifted, it failed to mean that my intelligence and gifts would never show.

Family, Grief, Loss, Poetry, Writing

A Poem: Angels Not for Our Keeping

Corrie's Mom

i used to wonder why, but as the gold spreads through the leaves of the dogwood tree your father and my father and a farmer down the road rescued after the tornado, i gave up questioning why ... at least as often as I once cursed the sky for no other reason than i had… Continue reading A Poem: Angels Not for Our Keeping

Bereaved Parents, Family, Grief, Poetry, Writing

Princess at the top of the Stairs

Corrie's Mom

A princess waits at the top of the stairs awaiting Her hand.

Bereaved Parents, Child loss, children, Poetry, Writing

I Wanted: A Poem for my Son

Corrie's Mom

There are man things I wanted, but the storms came to pass.

Bereaved Parents, bereavement, Child loss, Grief, Loss, Poetry, Writing

Of Lighthouses and Mermaids, a Corrie Poem

Corrie's Mom

Storms wash away paint on the lighthouse, and there's no repair.

Poetry, Writing

A Poem, Excerpt from The Girl on Arc Fall Road

Corrie's Mom

As the years go by, employees leave the cities, they live in renovated mill houses with an in-ground pool in the backyard, and a BMW in a new garage. 

Advocacy, autism, Education, Poetry

Not Your Average Teacher: Atypical, LEGO Educator and Published

Corrie's Mom

I celebrate 20 publications. I celebrate and embrace being atypical. I honor and remember that grief does not define me, but is a part of me.