“I don't think that I'll ever be 'dulled' when it comes to the vividness of what I’ve seen at ground zero, especially on that first day If one could ever glimpse hell.....but also, community at it's truest form....if one could ever glimpse heaven......” I wrote those words on October 11, 2001, just after returning from…
A Passover for the Passed-Over
Why is this night different from all other nights? This question will be asked in households all over the world tonight as people of Jewish faith and tradition gather together for their Seder meals. The four questions – Why is this night different? Why only matzah? Why the bitter herbs? Why are we relaxing and…
Keep the Home Fires Burning…But Not Literally
Most people rent their first “grown up apartment” when they are in their early 20’s – after college, once they’re on their own. Me? It took me a little longer. I rented my first “grown up apartment” on January 5, 2012, when I was 32 years old. Until that point, I’d lived in a parsonage…
Reaching
“Christin has a song for everything” is a phrase I’ve heard over and over, my entire life. I am, unashamedly, a nut who WILL break into song at any given moment. Consider yourself forewarned. I’ve very literally curated a soundtrack for my life. A certain song can come on the radio, or pop up in…
With a Little Help From my Friends…
What would you think if I sang out of tune Would you stand up and walk out on me? Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song And I'll try not to sing out of key To say that this past week has been difficult would be a bit of an understatement. For…
The Lord Helps Those Who Help Themselves…Except When He Doesn’t…And They Can’t…
I’m not great at asking for help. It's a place I hate to find myself. Needing help and needing to ask for it, and feeling so much shame and embarrassment about it that I just don't, and when i finally do, finding myself feeling like I'm a shitty excuse for a human being for not…
Finding peace in the storm
In case you hadn’t heard by now, we had an historic blizzard this past weekend here in PA. More than three feet of snow fell in Carlisle, trapping us all in our houses and shutting down literally everything – even the post office [which, for my foreign readers, is a very, VERY big deal here…
The Darkest of Nights
I dislike darkness. Sort of. Those who know me well would say, “But Christin, you’re notorious for walking around Carlisle in the middle of the night!” And that’s true. I LOVE Carlisle at night. There’s something very special about sitting in the square after midnight, when all is still and quiet, and the streetlights cast…
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