On The Mend
Christina’s 12 year old weekly blog
The Fast Car Called Grief
What started as a new direction towards a better every day life for myself has brought in a completely different identity. I went from driving
No More Dirt Roads
When someone who has climbed the biggest mountains dies, I can feel the blood in my veins take a pause. When the heart of a
The Small Bathroom Window
I changed these last few weeks. And it hurt. It felt as if my skin stretched beyond what it could. Change is like another person
1000 Steps and Counting
No wonder nobody wants to change their life, especially the big things. They require a thousand steps minimum. I am in the midst of selling
The Stand In
It feels as if all of a sudden, nothing is significant. Aside from the people in my life. When I first started to feel this
The Stagers
I didn’t know what to expect when two big SUVs pulled in my driveway and 4 women jumped out with bedding, towels and pillows, flowers
I Am Starting To Like Myself…
Sometimes I feel like I don’t have it in me. To move fast. To say much. To speak in front of others. To provide. To
Never Move On From Love
Someone said to me the other day. Christina, you must have not moved on. You are still writing about your loss. I have to tell
It Took Me 3,652 Days to Find My Own Happiness
I don’t know exactly when it started to happen. But there was a moment in time when things shifted towards more happiness than hopelessness. More
Read This, Especially If You Are At The Hospital
It was late summer, early fall in 2011. It was about 6:00 am in the morning and there was a really big storm passing the
Live. Life. Here. Now. Repeat.
I have spent so many years thinking about loss and trying to get back to life that I never really thought about my own mortality.
An Old Bag That Was Left In The Attic
Lately I have been loving life more. I am putting my arms around her, every second of the day. I tell her about my feelings.