Kadinechristie - Kadine Christie - Author, Writer, Speaker, Creator

Miniature Marvels

Family, friendship, Homeschool, Life, Mindfulness, Moments, Nature, Simple Living, Small wonders, StoriesMarch 4, 202069Views 0Likes 0Comments

Sometimes all we have to do is be intentional about finding miniature marvels in our days. Last week, I decided to pay attention to the events and people in my life, and I was amazed to find there was someone or something to celebrate each day.2.23.2020 A friend was having surgery and I made her chicken…

Pulled down, Pushed Aside

Food, friendship, Life, Mindfulness, Moments, Simple Living, Small wonders, TravelMarch 2, 202064Views 0Likes 6Comments

After spending five weeks in Paris, Judy returned last night, but before she could even make it home, she stopped by my house to drop off these Parisian treats. She was a little wobbly on her feet because, by the time she made it to my driveway, she was going on no sleep for almost…

What if healing never comes?

Chronic Pain, Endometriosis, Family, friendship, Marriage, Moments, oophorectomy, StoriesMarch 1, 202081Views 0Likes 2Comments

Grateful for this guy, who rarely misses an appointment.

Radically Simple

Black Mothers, Children, Family, friendship, Garden, Life, Mindfulness, Moments, Simple Living, Small wonders, StoriesFebruary 28, 202062Views 0Likes 2Comments

This is the tulip Nancy gifted me.

She Belongs

Black Mothers, Children, Education, Family, Hair, Life, Mindfulness, Moments, Motherhood, Simple Living, Small wondersFebruary 27, 202066Views 0Likes 6Comments

Usually, I'm prompt to write in my children's journal based on something they've done or said, but this time, a photo of my baby girl was the source of inspiration.In the photograph, she is about three years old. Her hand is under her chin, she is staring directly into the camera and her hair is…

Wild-Big-Sexy

Black Mothers, Hair, Life, Mindfulness, Moments, Nature, Simple Living, Small wondersFebruary 22, 202059Views 0Likes 0Comments

I fell in love with my hair in the tenth grade. Juliette, a young single mother who rented a room in our basement, washed and set my hair with small rods. When she removed the rods, my hair stuck to my scalp like sixty-five tiny black caterpillars. I hated it.For days, I brushed and pulled my…