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Continue reading →: Hello, You.Strangely enough, I’m not really one to share any kind of end-of-the-year thoughts and reflections. For all the times I feel compelled to share powerful emotions that come during the year, I just never feel like I know how to wrap it up, nor do I have any desire to…
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Continue reading →: Trying To Catch That Christmas FeelingDo you remember what Christmas was like when we were kids? The excitement of being allowed to stay up til the wee hours of the morning, the constant clatter of spoons and forks on dishes, the chitter chatter of grown-ups about boring grown up things. You and your cousins run…
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Continue reading →: UncleanIt was so wrong, me being here in this crowd, touching so many people. I knew that each person who grazed me now carried my unworthiness, and if they knew of my dark shame, I would be punished severely. You are unclean, they’ve said to me for the past twelve…
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Continue reading →: Are You Mad At Me, God?The date on the piece of paper I was holding was February 7, 2024. It was written on my 39th birthday, at the first YAMO service of the year. My husband is the pastor of the young adults ministry of our church, Lighthouse Christian Community, and this year he started…
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Continue reading →: Pulling At the Seams, UnravellingI racked my brain hard for his name. What is happening? Why isn’t my brain working? I had just seen him a couple weeks prior, and yet when I was trying to, I could not conjure up his name. I have been friends with this person for years and yet…
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Continue reading →: Perspective From the In-BetweensI stared at the curtains for a few minutes. The room was still dark but I could see a little sliver of light in between the panels. It was 7AM, and I had hit the snooze button 3 times already, because I couldn’t get myself to wake up my snoring…
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Continue reading →: SafetyAs I looked out the car window and enjoyed the blur of the city lights whizzing past us, I felt safe. We were on our way back to the company Christmas party after going for a quick convenience store run, and I had enough alcohol in me to make me…
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Continue reading →: One Day, When It’s Our TurnOne day, when it’s our turn, we’ll dance the night away. Right there on the street like a couple of young people at the start of their adventure, we’ll dance and laugh and drink. They’ll mistake us for newlyweds, giddy and giggling, lost in places unfamiliar, tasting and smelling and…
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Continue reading →: In the Midst of ItI let out a laugh when I heard that the storm was coming this week, a tropical storm named Kristine. Of course she’s coming now, the same week my husband is in the hospital. Of course she and I have the same name. I’m now in a literal and figurative…
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Continue reading →: SabotageThis is terrible. Everything is terrible. Every single sentence I am stringing together is just downright abhorrent. I have written, deleted, edited and re-written this post so many times that I’m getting whiplash. What I’m trying to do is write about a thing I do every single time I seem…
Hello,
I’m Kris
Wife to an amazing man and mother to two crazy kids I would burn the whole world down for. I love to write, and so I write. I also love to draw, but I’m not very good at it. I do real estate and own a business. It’s a lot. And it’s a mess, sorry I didn’t have time to fix up. Come in, but watch your step! There’s probably some spilled snacks on the floor. And some Legos. But that’s okay, the couch is cozy and the coffee is hot. Let’s make chika!
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