Hidden Disability Advocate | Speaker | Author | Adventurer
I finally turned a corner towards improvement again, and this time without steroids. As I tapered off my course of prednisone, the pain of my herniated disc became worse every day. Things I’d started to get back were lost again, … Read More »
Remember the thrill of the first day of school? That new beginning? I won’t assume this was a positive experience for everyone, but for a lot of us, it was an exciting time. A clean slate, a fresh start. I … Read More »
I’m going to watch a movie tonight. I’ve been on my couch watching TV most of the day. Scrolling through Facebook on my phone, looking across the downstairs rooms at all the herds of tumblefur that need to be swept … Read More »
Two days ago, my dog and I returned from a 10-week, 12,000-mile road trip across America. It was the greatest thing I’ve ever done in my life, absolutely. So many mornings I’d shove off from wherever I was, looked at … Read More »
Sunday night, in a small town in Montana, I met a really incredible woman. She’s the cousin of another friend I made in this town, and when he introduced us, and she asked what I do for work, she immediately … Read More »
“How can you be depressed when you’re in such a beautiful place?” a friend asked me a couple weeks ago when I, on this adventure, confessed to a despairing sadness. I knew it wasn’t logical. But that’s how depression works. … Read More »
I’m still visiting my friends in San Dimas, California. One of the little things I do to try to be a good guest is wash dishes. My girl made a killer risotto Milanese last night, which, in addition to the … Read More »
On my epic road trip with my furry best friend, I’ve arrived at the presumed goal destination: my friends’ house in San Dimas, California. Last night, on the way to Andrew’s mother’s house for taco night, I was telling Andrew … Read More »
Amica is my best friend, a senior retriever-chowchow-shepherd-rottweiler-otherstuff mix whom I’ve been with for eleven years, and in case you missed it, we’re on an epic cross-country journey. On Instagram, I’ve been using #ChristinaandAmicasChronicAdventure to tag it, because that’s what … Read More »
I’m a writer. I was six or seven years old when I started writing poetry and short stories. My greatest grief with my fibromyalgia is being robbed of time to be a writer because of fatigue and/or brain fog. What … Read More »