The tales, thoughts, and processes behind the songs Christina’s written and performed.
“In dead fields reach lilies to the sky…” On toxic relationships, supporting each other, and hope that blooms even in the midst of cynicism.
On the slow march of my sister’s cancer, the swirling chaos of uncertainty in the face of change, and the kind of soul-searching that leads to the deepest questions of self, soul, and science.
On reclaiming songs about loves that are over, not letting things mean more than they have to, and paying attention to the way that very hard things make our true colors show in bursts of glory.
IT’S SWEATER WEATHER, YOU GUYS. (A reflection on hugs, a theology of closeness, and the most sort-of-suggestive song I’ve ever written.)
In honor of school starting in August around these parts, here’s my song about my first day of preschool.
A song about an old man and a house and the lingering, swirling passage of time.
I wrote this song in college, after what Wikipedia says is called the “Northeast Blackout of 2003.” Also, atoms.