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But It’s Just Me…

One of my passions in life is helping people understand the significance of eating dinner together at the dinner table. Think about it--there's so much involved: social graces, learning about new foods and how to enjoy them, table manners, pleasant conversation and the small talk about one's day. The benefits are huge for the family--but that's also true even if the table is set just…
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February 20, 2018
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When Grief Causes Guilt

18 months ago, I didn’t think my friends wanted me to live anymore. Why? Let’s discuss it. Guilt is one of the most commonly experienced emotions of grief and one of the least talked about. In my estimation, guilt is a universal symptom of grief; I’ve never met a griever that didn’t struggle with it in some capacity. Which begs the question – why didn’t…
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February 16, 2018
BlogMessage In A Bottle

You have always been the storm

My heart was beating almost as if it was everywhere. Not just inside my chest. But inside the two hundred and fifty humans that were waiting to hear me speak. It was on the walls of the conference room. Inside the mic on my blouse. On the stage. Like a storm of heartbeats. That is how scared I was. I walked towards the stage. I…
Christina
February 16, 2018
BlogMessage In A BottleThe First Year

I Stopped Internally Combusting

I stopped it. It was only for a few seconds. A few seconds not being who I had been. The stop, crushed me. The interruption of who I was, brought on panic. I interrupted the force that had kept me going. The engine I installed inside my brain to keep me from losing my mind after loss, was for a few seconds silenced. Void. I…
Christina
February 9, 2018
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Endings

It was not like any other day. Something was in the air. A heaviness, with no name. A knowing. A goodbye. An Ending. A full stop. And it was known. Nothing could prevent it. Nothing at all. It was coming. Like all endings do. The Ending arrived quietly. Almost like a whisper. “I am here, and I need to end this.” It murmured. “But why do you have to be…
Christina
February 2, 2018
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Don’t Stand At The Door

I search and search and search. Behind every word I say. After every new decision. I seek to find myself, the self that lives underneath the rubble. Under the invisible losses. And hiding, still. Sometimes I wonder if I lost her completely. But as soon as I do, I see her. I hear her. I feel her presence. She is still there. Standing tall. Waiting…
Christina
January 26, 2018
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