Wife, mother, blogger, writer, homeschooler, desmoid tumor patient, all around smartass, and Skittles enthusiast, not necessarily in that order.
Author: Christine Knapp
My Teenager Teacher
Acclaimed writer Joan Didion said, “See enough and write it down.” I’d venture a guess she wasn’t going through a pandemic when she said that because I’m not seeing much more than the same four walls these days. Or perhaps she was living the pandemic life …
Homeschooling While Sick
I have this memory in my head, a happy vision of an otherwise grueling time. My ten-year-old towhead, grinning from ear to ear. I can hear the giggles if I close my eyes. His English lesson that day came in the form of a rousing game …
I Read An Amish Romance Novel So You Don’t Have To
Twitter has introduced me to many things I never wanted to know, such as the fact that an alarmingly large amount of men will proudly send photos of their genitals to complete strangers. Men on Twitter also have the capability to turn any mundane tweet into …
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What Remains of Summer
If you sit outside and listen to the cicadas scream soon you’ll want to join them. It’s summer, the tail end. The hotter it gets, the louder they screech. Such sweet relief. I envy them. It’s been too long since I’ve spent an evening outside. I …
You’re Right When You Say All Lives Matter
Just like I’m right when I say all children matter. Did your little Tygerlili get straight A’s and you’re posting it all over your social media expecting me to give a crap? Or did that handsome boy of yours, Acksel Jr., run in the winning touchdown …
How Mukbang Saved Me From a Pandemic
I’d basically run out of things to mock. That’s how it all started. I’d already made fun of the pandemic itself, twice over. I’d picked on my husband and all his weird quirks I’ve discovered since he’s been working from home. I took on a mediocre …
They Say Pandemics Are Stressful
I intended to sit down and write an eloquent and thoughtful blog post about the anxiety and stress we’re all feeling during this pandemic. I was going to muster up every molecule of empathy and caring I had left. I planned on weaving in a story …
What I’m Going to Tell My Grandkids About 2020
Grandma! Tell us about 2020 again!! 2020? Really? Again? Okay, if you insist. Where do we start? Start with the mean orange man, grandma! Ah, the orange man. Yes! Okay, once upon a time there was a big mean orange man with cotton candy hair who, …
Hurry Up and Wait
I collected another bracelet last week. I added another paper one to the pile, the kind you have to cut off your wrist after a long day in oncology. I collect them. I don’t know why, but I add them to a growing stack right after …
