Author Archives: Cristin L.
“Louis, this feels like the beginning of a beautiful friendship” says Humphry Bogart as Rick Blaine in Casablanca. I don’t recall what Louis had said or done to prompt Bogie’s remark, but it certainly wasn’t whatever happened to me today when my … Continue reading
Despite the fact that my son is considered a “sick kid”—a child with multiple, chronic conditions—he actually hasn’t been in the hospital for years. About a month ago, his winter cold turned into pneumonia, and we’ve been reacquainted with hospital … Continue reading
I ran a 10 km road race this weekend, and I finished dead last. And it was great. I wasn’t expecting to win. When I registered, I figured that like in the many festive road races I’d run before, I’d … Continue reading
This afternoon I hemmed a pair of curtains with stitchwitchery, that magical roll of some sort of tape which, when ironed between two pieces of fabric, makes a needle and thread unnecessary. I have no idea what it’s made of. There was … Continue reading
I love reading. I love reading fiction, being transported to worlds real and imagined, past, present or future. I love a good memoir, how I get to slip inside another person and see the specificity of their story and universality how … Continue reading
“You’re sorry-grateful, regretful-happy. Why look for answers where none occur.” –Steven Sondheim There’s something unfolding and I’m so ambivalent about it that I don’t even know how to start this post. That happens sometimes when I try to write about … Continue reading