On The Mend
Christina’s 12 year old weekly blog
The Losing of Oneself.
I think it’s nostalgia. That sweet feeling made out of longing. Remembering the days at the beach, in our youthfulness. Laughter echoing in the sand,
14 Years Later. What an honor it’s been.
There are so many things to say about what it feels like 14 years after his loss. When it comes to loss of this kind,
The Family Makers
Lately, it has felt as if we have all died and went to some kind of afterlife, where we are all stuck at home. Alone.
The Garden
When the world threw weeds at you, You started planting roses. When the people told you it’s all over, You started your garden. You never
You Are So Here For It
If there is one thing I want you to know during these uncertain times is that no matter what happens, this is your life. I
Walking Across The Rooftops
I have missed having the freedom to get on a plane to go to the ocean. Hike in my favorite trails in Sedona. Visit my
The Forest
I was dreaming last night that I was writing to you. I could see the words, the sentences being written. But, I woke up this
The Morning’s Blanket
I wake around 5:30am every morning. Sometimes earlier. It feels calm that early. As if nothing is wrong. Silence feels like a blanket. As time
Is this You?
When we were born, we should have been taught about ourselves. Our parents should have asked ‘who are you?’ before they asked, “is this your
The Amateurs of Grief
I am finally understanding why blanket statements such as grief lasts forever are hurtful. These statements hijack the truth of what it really means to
The Unbridging
I wonder, are we born people pleasers? Or do we become them later on, trying to avoid pain. Pain of any kind. Disappointment. Being ignored
The Cast Iron Plate
I struggle when people unexpectedly put things on my plate. Balancing my own daily chores is more than enough. When one more thing is added