I always write this letter from inside my own life.  From day one I have promised myself to sit and write it no matter what

Once upon a time, a day came that took everything from you.  And you crumbled at the nothingness.  And you stepped inside of it looking

Sometimes I feel like I can see you in your home, in your life, in your pain. And the last thing you need is someone

It’s late Thursday night, writing this letter to you.  If you live in the US you will get it first thing Friday morning.  With your

Sometimes, things come and hit you from out of nowhere. It is like a punch in the dark. A spit even. Yes it feels like

I realized that my aging is more physically evident lately.  It is like a beautiful weathered house on the water.  It looks different when it’s

I wasn’t planning on it but I just spent a whole week truly being myself.  I didn’t care about pleasing anyone. Not even one.  I

Why is it so darn hard to stop and tend to our sorrow during a hard season?  And why does it feel so unnatural to

Lately, I realized that I will never stop writing about longing and loss.  I see everything from a transient perspective.  I am in love with

The other day, someone asked me something important.  She said…”Christina, do you have any words for those of us who started this journey not quite

Today’s letter was not coming. A day such as this, had never happened before. For the last 520 Fridays, every week, without a miss, a

How do we find love while in quarantine?  While in isolation. What happens to those who have yet to meet their first or second soulmates.