On The Mend
Christina’s 12 year old weekly blog
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Nobody Said Anything About The Physical Pain Of Grief
Nobody ever said anything about the physical pain of grief. The nausea. The breathlessness. The stiffness of the body. The ache at the back of
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Go Back To The Battleground To Save Your Life
I had a mammogram scheduled this week, and I wasn’t just dreading it. I was petrified of it. And this was not the only time
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A Melody And Not A Jingle
It’s the smell of food being made. The lights on the decorated trees. All, reminders of a life. That is no longer ours. The ghost
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Will You Come And Sit With Me?
It’s heavy in there, isn’t it? It is as if you are carrying a whole arena. One, no one can see. No witness to it.
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Catch Me If You Can
I was trying to explain how I feel to someone new in my life. She seemed lost. I could see it in her eyes, she
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The Field Amidst The Two Houses: A Short Story
And then there is this knowing that affairs, even the love kind, are not blameless. They foil with the future the way God quickens our
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I Would Remember
When all is said and done I would remember the snow outside the doctor’s office. The unknowingness in my children’s lives. The struggle to be
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You Can Call Me Georgia
Something magical happens when you stop caring about what others think of you. You start to taste a level of freedom that questions all of
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The Life After Loss Kidnapper
She resides inside new love. She makes her home within a new memory. She keeps you up at night after a first date. And she
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The Long Way Home
It has taken me over 13 years to feel a longer lasting sense of happiness. You might want to yell out but Christina, that’s too
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I Wish Time Never Ran Out
I wish I could play music. Sing like an Opera singer. Write as if I have lived many lives. I wish doors opened for me.
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Without Roller Skates
Life is prickly. That is where all the stories we tell ourselves come from. The prickly things. We tell ourselves so many things after we