Cindy A. Christiansen

My best friend looks gorgeous in red! Red clothes, red shoes, red lipstick…
I have never been so bold as to wear red. My brain tells me it’s not my place. It’s not appropriate. It’s not you!
One day, I was shopping for clothes; a task I hate. And, I saw this beautiful, red, shimmery blouse…in my large size. I loved it! Maybe for my friend. I was me after all. But, my best friend isn’t a small woman. She can wear red. Why can’t I?...

I have been chronically ill for over forty years. That means I’ve been in chronic pain for that long too. Not just with one chronic illness, but several many. I have had to learn how to avoid and ignore my pain and set it aside.
You can’t be thinking about how your stomach hurts or your head hurts if you are trying to concentrate on someone else’s words or emotions. Believe me, I have been there and remember very little of those communications. Sometimes, it can’t be helped...

I have a confession to make.
I grew up on a farm, but I’m not much of a farm girl. As an author and lover of western stories, I guess it hurts my pride to admit I’ve never milked a cow. I mean, what would readers think to know that I never participated in many of the farming tasks...

Christmas should be a joyous time to remember family and friends and the birth of the Savior. Unfortunately for many, it is a time of depression and sadness for the losses we have experienced over the last year and the years that came before. I know...