On The Mend
Christina’s 12 year old weekly blog
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There is Someone Living in my Attic
Whenever I want to give up, I think of the bold words of Ralph Waldo Emerson “God will not have his work made manifest by cowards”
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Miracles are real
I think magic is real. More real than your table. The chair. Your coffee too. Miracles are real too. Science proves it. Religion talks
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No More Lies After Loss
‘The Life we live, is the lesson we teach’ my friend Jim Kwik mentioned in one of his writings. I read it just before
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There is no candy hanging on your alarm clock.
I am approaching the next year with sadness. But not the type of sadness that can be labeled. Not the type of sadness that
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Give This Letter to the People Who Invite You Over During the Holidays
What do you say to someone who lost the love of their life and they have to go through the Holiday season on their
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Something Inside of Me Has Always Been Here
I know it has been a while since I last wrote to you. But it has been one fascinating year […] The post Something
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How to Make Trees
What does it mean to feel your feelings and be with them? Hold them. Hold them as if it is not too much for
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The Quiet Pain
I jammed my thumb in the door of my car last Saturday. The door closed completely. Not just a little bit. But all the way,
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The Outside Heart
If someone painted me, they would have to paint my heart outside of my chest. It is hanging there, feeling, experiencing. My heart processes everything
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Loss of Connection Does Not Mean Loss of Love
It is in the gathering of our family and friends that we see ourselves. It is at the dinner table and the get togethers that
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The Glue Under Your Feet
It may seem unending. Your shoulders, shuddering. The day, unyielding. But did you know you can bear the loss? It may be easier for me
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It Found You Crying in Front of the TV
I don’t know how it comes back, but it does. It comes knocking on your door. Even though you can barely notice it at first.