Today, like that past several days and weeks, is an emotional struggle for me. The dividing lines among races have become the focal point of the daily news. There is no question that there is a massive imbalance to how people are treated by law enforcement based on the color…

I made biscuits today and as I rolled and folded the dough it struck me that I’d watched my Great-Grandmother make them dozens of times. I’d watched her use a pinch of this and a palmfull of that and then suddenly this beautiful pillow of dough would appear. For several…

I dreamt of you last night. It isn’t so strange when I realize it has been one year. One year ago you were alive and sending me photo after photo of all of the beauty you saw in this world. One year ago we were talking about you coming to…

I know I’m in real danger of being dragged under; the darkness is close. I’m supposed to be a fighter. I’m supposed to absorb the pain of each loss and then bounce back. I’m supposed to keep seeing the light even though the edges have become dark. The advice I’ve…

I heard the rustling today; the turning of chapters. The sound is so distinct that I wonder if anyone would mistake it. I don’t believe it was a sign, of sorts, but some inner acceptance for what has been. The image is always so clear… deep into summer, the hardcover…

I am fire and I am ice. I am the light in life. I am a mother and I am a friend. A fighter; a mother fucker. I love each curve and bend of my belly and back. The sway in my hips and my big round ass. My humor…

Finding Light

The last 12 months or so have proven to be filled with loss. An enormous amount of loss. Some self imposed, some as consequence, and some, well most, unexpected and irreversible.

My marriage dissolved to a point where neither one of us was recognizable any longer. We existed…

Something I’m working on…as most of them are, this story is a work in progress. You may see some typos and tense changes. They’ll be rectified as I write and edit and write and edit …

Searching frantically through the dresser drawers, sweat beaded across her forehead, and a searing…

Carrie Corcoran

Sorting out the stories in my head

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