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 said whatever was on my mind.  I was myself 100%. Full on.  And then it hit me.  I realized that when you show up fully, with no guilt, no shame, no worry about what anyone may be thinking about you. …

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 be sad? Why isn’t our society able to help us heal? No wonder we find it difficult to take time off work, or let go of our responsibilities.  It is like we are being dragged by a fast moving train…

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 moment, because it is so fleeting.  I see everything from the end.  When I witness people in the later stage of life, I see the goodbyes they had to say.  The many selves they had to abandon. The many…

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 as young as yourself. Those of us, who may only have 10 or less years to live.  If I was younger, I think I would have more hope to be happier one day, but the years left are few and…

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 letter would always come through for you. Today was different.  It was as if it was trying to get me to notice the silence. The quiet.  I'm sitting here just waiting to write.  Maybe this is what was needed today. …

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. They dreamed of meeting them at the library, at the bookstore, at the cafe, at the pub.  At conferences, at work.  They never dreamed of meeting them at home.  What happens now?  How do we find our way to each…