The way we talk
I spent my senior year of high school skipping class to go body surfing with a red-headed rodeo boy who worked at the gym where I taught swimming lessons. I had other boyfriends too, but I could never decide on which one to keep. Then I went to Germany and met a boy with long [...]
Underwater, for real
My heart goes out to them. I’m left without words as I try to imagine. Tweet
Underwater reinterpreted
In the quiet of the bedroom, the air conditioner makes the fish hanging from above Bean’s bed float in dreamy spirals. We lie together, just the two of us in the semi-dark, waiting for sleep to settle over his energy-packed little body. Waiting to just be in the moment, breathing. Tweet
lady bug
Just now, just at midnight, a lady bug landed on a piece of mail I had finished addressing. I’ll take it as a sign for something. Not sure what. Yet. Tweet
Underwater
I woke up moody this morning, my body drenched in sweat, feeling off-kilter for no particular reason. Sometimes it’s just like that. Everything feels slanted, thick, slightly smashed. And I couldn’t shake the mood all day. Even after a nap in an air conditioned bedroom, an iced tea and a trip to the bakery. Tonight [...]
keep looking »I am Christina Rosalie
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I am a multimedia storyteller, digital strategist, idea starter, stalker of wonder, finder of four leaf clovers, MFA graduate student, and mama of boys. My first book,
will be published by SKIRT! Books in September, 2012.
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