Wife, mother, blogger, writer, homeschooler, desmoid tumor patient, all around smartass, and Skittles enthusiast, not necessarily in that order.
Author: SickChristine
An Open Letter To My Dog
Dear Ace, Ever since I was a young child and I saw your breed, the Pembroke Welsh Corgi, bounding around with Her Majesty The Queen, I knew I had to have one. Those stumpy legs. Ears of a fox. Goofy, yet royal grin. I never imagined …
My Pockets Can Only Hold So Much
I like to collect trinkets from nature. Physical representations of memories that cannot be contained. It’s usually not much. A leaf with a ruby hue. An acorn the size of a ping pong ball. A shell so pristine and white I still question whether or not …
I Am Your Sunshine
I got nominated for a thing, a blog thing. Not an Oscar or a Pulitzer. I’m sure you didn’t really think I’d be getting either of those things. Or maybe you have a really high opinion of me and you’re like, it’s about time! That chick …
Your Sick Searches
I’m finding it hard to be funny lately. Could be that we only have ten years left before the planet will be irretrievably broken. Or maybe it has a little something to do with the fact that our country is being run by a bloated self admitted …
Getting Stuck in The Why
I have hair. On my head, that is. I have hair in other places, basically all the places in varying forms, being that I am a mammal. But I’m not so much concerned about that hair, especially since it’s getting cold out and I won’t have …
My Tumor Made Me More Political
Sitting at my kitchen table one day, surrounded by a mess of scribbled pages, I made the decision to start a blog and document my experience with a desmoid tumor diagnosis. I wanted to help people with the disease, as I had been helped by so …
My Endeavors Are Not Your Job
Friend, I have something to say. I’m a writer, if you’ve noticed. A dang good one, if you ask me. Once a week, give or take, I pour my heart and soul into roughly 1,000 words and I send it out to the masses. Sometimes you …
