Photo by Michelle Spollen on Unsplash It was Sunday, January 12, 2025. Chad and I were boarding a Delta flight headed from Atlanta to Hayden, CO. Our flight was originally scheduled to leave the day before but, thanks to a snow and ice storm in Atlanta, was cancelled and rebooked
Musing #1 – Real Men There were, at least, 6 of us crammed inside a cart on the Steamboat Gondola. It was a cold morning and my friends Mona, Steve, and I were headed up the mountain for our first ski run of the day. We had opted for the
Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash Chad and I were attending the first barn concert by Warren Barfield, on Warren’s property in Tennessee. I had been a longtime fan of his music and was excited for him to start performing again after a 7-yr hiatus. Only 100 tickets were made available
Photo by Wesley Tingey on Unsplash It was the 3rd or 4th time I’d been called for jury duty. I’ve lost count. But I’m convinced I’m on a “special list” with the county, when it comes to selecting jurors. We were called to report to the courthouse at 8:00 am,
I was sitting at my desk when Chad walked into my office this morning. “Do these two colors go together?” he asked. He held a solid, dark purple sweater and a pink/purple dress shirt in his hands. “Yes,” I said. He brought the stack closer to me, under the light.
I was sitting by the window, eating my lunch. A few steps outside the window, a spider with thick, long legs was weaving its web in front of the porch door. My eyes widened. That’s not good. I stood up and grabbed a pen and piece of paper. “SPIDER IN
Recently I visited a local CVS to have an updated passport photo taken. “Keep a neutral face,” the photographer said. “You can smile a little, right? I’m an automatic smiler,” I said. “Yes, but not too much.” He snapped the photo and ran it through the government processing system. It
Just like in the movies, when you write a book, not everything makes the cut. Below is a personal story from the original manuscript that I removed, because it wasn’t necessary to telling La Casa de mi Padre’s stories. For context, it takes place in 2018 at the San Salvador
On New Year’s Day, as I treated myself to a day of rest, I went to the nature trail to breathe in fresh air and move my body. As it turns out, too much sitting and reading at home cramps your legs, just like sitting on an airplane. When I
Last Thursday morning, I was meeting my friend, Moon, at a local coffee shop. On the drive there, I was sitting at a red light when a song I hadn’t heard before, came on the radio. The melody of a piano sounded through the speakers. And then a gorgeous, soprano
Photo by Moon DeSetto
Welcome to the Cozy Corner at Copper House North! I’m Christina, an artist, designer, and author of The Miracle Farm. This is where I share about creativity, musings on life, and short stories. Thank you for being here!
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