About Chris

I'm a tattooed, knitting, Harley-riding, always-reading writer who does a little graphic design on the side. I've worked hard to set up a life I love, doing the things that make me grin. If you need copywriting, hand-knit stockings, a new logo, or hand-dyed yarn for a beloved project, I'm up for it. Find my contact form on my freelance pages.


Book Review: All Quiet on the Western Front

This book was brutal to read, not that it was badly written. On the contrary, I loved these boys, and boys they were – at first. Remarque captured the grind, the loss of normality, acceptance of the unacceptable. War is a betrayal of the young by the old. I had a little trouble getting into […]

Winter Walking

I loosened the awkwardly-knitted scarf around my neck as the lonely sun demanded attention from the winter landscape. My boots crunched through crusted snow muffling everything for miles. I walked, in the cold, but uncomfortably warm with the sunlight finding its way through slumbering trees. I walked with the bright white of the snow forcing […]

Knitting, Being Tattooed, Riding a Harley, and Defining Who You Are

Expectations are set, categories are lined up neat as a pin for people to step into, and have been since the beginning. We define ourselves and others by religion, politics, sexuality, region. But what about those of us who get a pain in our stomach when definitions are demanded? Are you a Republican? Democrat? Californian? […]

Hating School, Diagramming Sentences, and Picasso

I don’t have a lot of fond memories of school. My fifth grade teacher, Miss Osbourne, left lasting scars with a red pen. Her ability to cause stress even during recess, a time when we should have felt free from the bonds of that infernal three-story prison of Park School, tainted what should have been […]

Somehow, I did

I am a 46-year-old, white, woman who grew up smack dab in the center of the midwest. We lived two doors down from my county’s leader of the Ku Klux Klan until around my 13th birthday when my family and I moved out into the country, forcing me to learn how to drive or ride […]

Book Review: Johannes Cabal the Necromancer

Atmosphere – this Faustian book is filled to the brim with the dust and dirt of a traveling carnival, the mist and dankness of a long forgotten cemetery, and the sulphur and brimstone of Hell. I swore when they started up the inky black old engine that I could smell the smoke and hear the […]

Book Review: The Diving Bell and the Butterfly

Admittedly I added this book to my to-read list because of a TV show I found on Hulu called The Book Group. There is nothing in its bright and thoughtful writing that speaks of great literary skill to me, but the sincerity behind the words is breathtaking. I believe that my perceived lacking is probably […]

Book Review: Library at Mount Char

Jumping from a memoir to a book like Library at Mount Char left me in a bit of a spin for the first 70 or so pages. I almost put it down but found that I cared about its characters enough to keep reading. It wasn’t the writing, however, that made me want to put […]

My Star Ratings aren’t Your Star Ratings

Since starting to regularly write book reviews, I realized while checking other reviews, usually via Goodreads, that not all star-ratings are created equal. I thus feel it’s important that I explain how and why I assign these stars on this site. Five Stars This is a book I place on the shelf and longingly look […]