So there I was, after 3 fast food meals, 7 days away from home, and 12 hours on the road, scrubbing owl poop from every carpet, tile, couch, pillow, book, table, counter, and LEGO in my house. My kitchen smells like a pet store. This owl's Santa game sucked. My living room smells like an…
THE TALES AMIDST THE DRIFT
GUEST BLOG POST FROM LETICIA AT THE CROW EMPORIUM I am very pleased to share this guest blog post with you today from Leticia at The Crow Emporium. …THE TALES AMIDST THE DRIFT
In Which Christina Fishburne Achieves New Heights in Bronte Fangirling
Last June, most of our windows were held in the wall only by magic and the bodies of dead flies, so we were measured for nine new ones. When we took this house, we knew we'd be cold, we told our guests to bring warm clothing, and the second year we spent a small fortune…
In Which My Cooking Knocks Some Socks Off
"If you could do anything -- forget intelligence, physical skill, money, or talent -- if you could do whatever you wanted and it would work, what would you do?" my mom asked. I sat on the periwinkle painted iron gliding bench thing, the kind that leaves weird designs all over your thighs when you wear…
“So, I kicked him in the balls”: A Vaccine Story
The thing about living on a farm and doing exactly none of the work is that I'm 0% invested. I get to gaze out my window at galloping horses, drive down a winding road fluttering with apple blossoms and waving pink cherry trees, and smile at the new baby lambs that keep appearing on my…
The Eyes Have Had It
I'm just as sick of saying/typing/thinking "The Pandemic" as you are. So, let's call it something else. Like, Jessica. "Are you alive?" Jessica has wrecked a lot of stuff. We don't need to list them. I've lived on islands and in deserts much of my adult life; isolation isn't the problem. While I've had a…
The Silent Current From Within Project
When we were small in Alabama, my father took us camping up on Green Mountain. I had one job: Don't get lost. Camping on Green Mountain was The Wild. We drove up the road from the tornado-stricken valley where our house repeatedly survived, through dense vibrant forest, all the way to the top, to the…
Home is Where the Art Is
It hasn't been the best year, but I can honestly say I've had worse. However, 2020 wins for Grossest Reoccurring Question in the Fishburne House : "Why are there still slugs in my kitchen?!" * The Little House, by Virginia Lee Burton, was one of my favorites as a kid. I was a huge believer…
Publications
Find me online at such fine establishments as these and more on my website, https://www.christinarauhfishburne.com FICTION The Coachella Review Blog: Aperture Ekphrastic Review: Equilibrium (as part of the Vermeer Challenge) Ekphrastic Review: Norma and Wallace (Flash version) NONFICTION Hash Journal: Dragons, Krakens, Good moms, and Other mythical creatures daily inspired life: HOpe Helps Waterwheel…
The Bluebell Project (continued): In Which We End Where We Began
"Why are you crushing those flowers?" "I'm not crushing them--I'm pressing them. To try and preserve them." "Oh." (the "whatever, Mom" was implied) "They're bluebells! Like Uncle Charlie's album named after the Brontes' poems! Remember the four kids who had great imaginations like you guys and wrote--" "Can I play Minecraft now? I ate lunch."…
