“The little pink skeleton was small and cold and its flowers were made of four circles with a stem, like one doodles on paper when they don’t know how to make a distinguishable flower, like a rose or an iris. The brushed pink and blotted, purple flowers have never cracked…
“My editor asked me who I was hoping to talk to in this book. My answer is this. If just one person in this lifetime can be empowered by my conscious choice to rewrite their own dialogue in their heads, to calm the destructive chatter that intimidates all of us…
“To each and every soul that has come into my life and given me the opportunities to grow.” Born and raised in northern California, Christina has made it her life work to be of service through accountability in her communities. Christina understands people, local businesses, and their needs. She connects…
A few years ago, I went back to college to learn Spanish. One of my assignments was to write about my childhood in Spanish. This translation was not the easiest, so I asked my Senora for help after class one day. As I shared my childhood memories with her, she…
