In Which Christina Goes Blonde and Becomes a Reever

I did it. I'm blonde. It took 5 hours to go from dark to light, but what journey of great magnitude doesn't take a long time? As I sat there, suffering under the process that would transform me from my obsidian depths to sunny brilliance, I could not help but meditate on the spiritual and... Continue Reading →

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The Stream of Consciousness One

This one isn't going to flow very well. Unless you ADORE James Joyce. Then you just might love this one. James Effing Joyce was the bane of my existence in grad school. I was tasked with reading Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man not once, not twice, but THREE times. And each time... Continue Reading →

Fight Manager

This is to be the last year of my 30s. Which doesn't really bother me. But I'm becoming more and more acutely aware that no matter how blithe my attitude toward fitness, how youthful my culinary choices ( #tatertots), or how in touch with fashion my In Style keeps me, the fact is: aging is... Continue Reading →

There’s No “I” in Jehovah…wait…

So. Everyone I know has cancer. Or might have cancer. Or has beaten cancer. It is a massive percentage of my thought process each day and, these days, pretty much consumes my Facebook experience entirely. I have had this thought: "So help me--if I don't get assailed with photos of an overachieving child or subjected... Continue Reading →

Tell Me Something Good

I've wanted to write stories since I looked like this: Now I look like this: but I still want to write stories. I had a good run there for a while, before I had all these small humans asking me for Pop Tarts and wondering out loud when I will sew Yellow Bunny's tail back... Continue Reading →

Dorian’s Palette

Made of failure, constructed of disappointment, she is set down before Beautiful with her empty bowl and her crushed being. Twisted and untruthful, plank-eyed and a great arm for stone throwing, she is brought to Beautiful and placed on her mat, given her bowl. Her portrait is a glossy masterpiece in Vermillion in Prussian Blue.... Continue Reading →

Watch Repair

I get tired. I sleep on the job. I look around but I do not watch. I love the trees-- how they dwell in their grassy silent chambers. And I hate wandering on the edge of those gardens of knowing the terror is only just ahead-- but not yet. I would feel safer in a... Continue Reading →

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