Blog Posts by Christina Baldwin

Under the Weather

Posted on Tuesday, September 12th, 2017 by C Baldwin

I am under the weather. (For non-native English readers, this phrase is an idiom, meaning “a vague sense of ill health.” I am using it here as a double entendre—two meanings. ) And so are you. This is a lesson learned in Houston and along the Gulf Coast after Hurricane Harvey set a record breaking More

Cookies and Kindness

Posted on Friday, July 28th, 2017 by C Baldwin

My dear partner left for Minnesota for five days and the first night alone in the house I went on a media binge. Up late cooking, with cool evening air coming through open windows, I set my laptop next to the mixing bowl and turned on the news feeds. While making summer soup and muffins More

What is a Sabbath?

Posted on Monday, May 29th, 2017 by C Baldwin

Memorial Day is an American holiday started in 1865 by freed slaves to honor the military dead of the Civil War. It features parades and military connections, and can be a meaningful moment for touching grief and remembering the costs of our history. And like many secular holidays, the weekend has morphed in meaning. It More

Where is my mother?

Posted on Tuesday, March 14th, 2017 by C Baldwin

There are several children’s books by this title. Various cartoon animal-children, in search of their animal-mommies, inquire of other cartoon animals, “Have you seen my mommy?” I saw a book like this at the library and it raised the question for me about my own mother, now several months after her death. My mother’s ashes More

The Search for the Lost Chord

Posted on Tuesday, January 10th, 2017 by C Baldwin

This is my remembrance piece for my mother, Connie McGregor, spoken at her Memorial Service 7 January 2017, at the United Church of Canada in Chemainus, BC, her home community.   All her life, my mother was looking for “the Lost Chord”—that mystical longing for ultimate harmony. The story of the lost chord comes from More

The Elephant & the Safety Pin

Posted on Wednesday, December 14th, 2016 by C Baldwin

The end of November, we went to Phoenix, Arizona for American Thanksgiving; into a part of the family where we’re pretty sure Clinton voters were a minority. Our hint—well this guy showed up in the backyard! So who are we? Sincere, loving family members, most of us white, with an adopted Asian daughter, two sons-in-law More

What is dying, Nina?

Posted on Sunday, November 27th, 2016 by C Baldwin

Cool sunrise over a fake lagoon in Chandler, AZ, oasis in the desert. A November day here will turn hot and we will go jump in the community pool. I have brought my teacup and journal to a little veranda to write and think about my mother who lies dying in the nursing home that More

Seventy-the bridge to somewhere

Posted on Monday, October 3rd, 2016 by C Baldwin

It’s heartwarming to be welcomed home; to have people notice that Ann and I are more in residence in our community than we were a year ago. However, when well-meaning people inquire, “does this mean you’re retired?” something weird happens inside me that I have been sorting for months. It may be my own outdated More

Shredding & Honoring

Posted on Friday, August 19th, 2016 by C Baldwin

This blog entry is dedicated to our magnificent office manager and colleague, Debbie Dix, who has been the third peer spirit in our office for 16 years, fully occupying her leadership chair.  Ann Linnea and I arrived on Whidbey Island in March 1994, with two book manuscripts in progress, her two children, my first corgi, More

Half-mast in sunlight

Posted on Saturday, July 9th, 2016 by C Baldwin

Friday afternoon in my little village by the sea. Second Street is closed for a summer market: flowers, vegetables, crafts, bread, the stalls are lined up and people stroll through. Dogs on leash are everywhere. Two friends have a new puppy they are carrying in arms. Sunshine and a refreshing breeze off the water. My More