Rabbit-hole days
I’ve been feeling empty word-wise, and it almost feels like a betrayal. Flat screen, flat words; the keystrokes brittle and familiar as I pound out paragraphs. Especially here, I feel a new emptiness. The recent combination of less comments and more visibility has made me hesitant to write about the small mundane things in my [...]
Remembering.
Back to alarm clock wake ups
Back to waking up when the sky is stained pink and the birds are loudest. Back to those first blurry moments of dawn, watching my guys sleep nose to nose like racoons. Back to work. And definitely not into the swing of things yet. I’ll resurface soon. Please don’t go away.
Toddler love
Just now as I sat down to write, Bean came up to me with a dishtowl. He’d been playing with his digger in the kitchen. I’m in the livingroom, sunk deep into the comfy white armchair, my feet up, sun slanting in through the bay window where I keep all my potted plants. He said, [...]
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Stupid tabbed browser windows. A whole post deleted. Full of good sentences, including cookie crumbles and random ramblings. ARGH!
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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