Cristina Spencer

From here on out, November 18 will officially be known as finishing day.  Yesterday morning I completed my last "assignment" on Ho...

Fourteen years ago Graham and I got married in a small chapel in Carmel, California.  I wore an ivory wedding dress with a huge skirt and a ...

I knew for awhile that this weekend was going to be full, that Friday was Halloween, that Sunday was the first event for Impact Guild, a...

Here's a photo I've taken, not once or twice, but maybe ten or twenty times.  Who knows, possibly more.   I just can't seem...

On days like this Carter napped. Riley parked matchbox cars on a cardboard parking lot. Suzanne made me  a soy latte with...

About three years ago, my friend Laurel shared a blog post with me about finding your calling.  It was a short video clip with a d...

Just this one thing.   An unnecessary kindness. A gift of plenty persimmons dropped off by a neighbor.

On Friday a friend of mine sat in my living room and she started crying.  " I'm so embarrassed to admit this, but I am totally fill...

Dear friends, Today I want to be at prayer.  I want to stop caring about how or if it works.  I want to release myself to my instinct t...

In my last post, I stirred up some confusion.  It's about the blazer. I think it's worth exploring for a minute, because what we w...