“By this time, my relationship with my mother masked over my anguish of what I thought was a lack of a childhood. This turned into a drive to forget and to make excuses for my own actions. And so became the birth of my story, my evolution of my excuses…
“The sun wasn’t up yet and it was still very dark when I entered the freeway. The highway patrol said they had their lights on me for a while before I pulled off the freeway at my exit to go home.” Born and raised in northern California, Christina has made…
“For the whole decade of my twenties, I was enrolled in some class or another at the local junior college, working at least two jobs (mostly waiting tables at night and working in retail or at the health club during the day), and burning through relationships. Those usually ended in…
“Her face, stern and as cold as the hallowed piggy bank she made for me when I was younger, showed no mercy in her conviction.” 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,…
