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Christina

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About Me

I love the amber haze that paints the sky at sun set. I indulge in adventurous fantasies. Spiritual men who seek truth tickle my interest. I cuddle to classic literature and good pinot on chilly Autumn evenings. Playing with dirt and watching life grow under a dramatic Reno sky will always be a special memory. I want to tell stories of first ascent rock climbers, poetry in motion performers, minimalist wandering the land for answers, through the lens of my video camera. Hitting the mountain on a powder blue day reminds me of Gods artistic eye. Love the feeling of my body pressed up against a steep rock, balancing on what appears to be small edges the size of my big toe! I want to be serenaded in Italy some day, and takers? I seek a good thrill and embrace spontaneous actions. I miss early morning Italian coffee with my Tuscan family. World Cup Italia 2006! Fries and Bluemoon with friends is a favorite past time. I'm laid-back, easy-going. My family is eccentric but more importantly supportive, and caring. "There's only us. There's only this! Forget regret or life is yours to miss. No other road. No other way. No day but today." ~ RENT. Take me out to the ball game!.... Preferably a Dodgers or Red Sox's one. Scrabble puts a smile to my face! I don't really like Chocolate... unless it's hot chocolate or fondue, but I do however love God, life, and everything in between All of my background pictures come from www.digitalblashemy.com


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Tomorrow is Another Day

August 5th 2008         I shuffled sleeply out of my tent at apppoximately 4:30am and began the wake-up call promised to my passengers the night before. Their grumbl...
Posted by on Sun, 17 Aug 2008 22:57:00 GMT

Co-pilot?

August 7th, 2007 Today is Tuesday, and I don’t want to get out of bed. I’m not ready to face a classroom of twelve children hyped on sweet pastries. Although blaming my inability to  ...
Posted by on Mon, 24 Mar 2008 19:18:00 GMT

Embracing the search, not certainty

June 15th , 2007 This morning I had my usual Italian cappuccino while the children went to Sunday Mass. I would have joined them if I understood the language. I've never been to mass before. When I w...
Posted by on Thu, 31 Jan 2008 14:07:00 GMT

Siesta Blues

June 17th, 2007 I have become accustomed to washing my feet in the afternoon. At home I don't need to wash my feet often. There isn't much dirt to kick around there. Last year however I didn't wash...
Posted by on Sun, 20 Jan 2008 23:23:00 GMT

Oh sweet cookie, how you make me blush!

Note- suggested by a few friends, I've been asked to select my favorite journal entries during my trip in Italy this last summer. I've decided to start with an entry I wrote on a train to my second ca...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Jan 2008 07:12:00 GMT

For The Love of Snow

        I heard a car engine pop and gurgle in the early morning fog. The tires crackled above choppy sheets of ice as the automobile pulled out from its dormant sl...
Posted by on Tue, 11 Dec 2007 21:49:00 GMT

Italian Journal Entry

On September 18th, 2007 I was wandering around the Nice, France airport waiting to board my plane home. My clothes disheveled from sleeping in the airport overnight, and my eyes glazed with accen...
Posted by on Mon, 12 Nov 2007 17:17:00 GMT

A new poem (untitled)

Agnes Bird. Exuberant strokesand a few shades of greypainted her sky with lovers lost and family etched from dawning break to starry dome.Her kisses sealed promises.Locked forever in faithful vow,Stro...
Posted by on Fri, 05 Oct 2007 23:04:00 GMT

Birthday Wishes

A great birthday wish for you my dear friend.Not in a letter or card I will send,But through joined hands and a whispered prayer,That your journey in life be pure and rare.Indulge in sweet words that ...
Posted by on Sat, 14 Apr 2007 00:36:00 GMT

100% Proof

100% Proof He takes a hard swig of his Jack and Coke.Eyes flutter, pulling down with immense force.Must stay awake, he mutters to himself.The heart fluctuates, slowly skipping beats.Frightened of t...
Posted by on Mon, 22 May 2006 22:47:00 GMT