Welcome. I'm Kristina and I write about a variety of topics on a variety of blogs. This is where all of those blogs meet, so feel free to choose one of the topics that follows to read more: homeschooling, paleo living, web design and social media, Daughters of Narcissistic Moms, creative writing , coloring and doodling , and more. I would love to connect with you too, so be sure to follow me on Twitter, Pinterest, Goodreads and Google+

What you need to know about me before I allow you into my world aka Friendship Guidebook

I often think I should write a guidebook to give to people before allowing them into my life. It’s not that I am difficult to handle or deal with but rather that I am tired of having to explain to people why I am cutting them off. My husband often tells me that I am too nice. I used to think that it was impossible to be too nice, but after … [Read more...]

Scintilla – 23 things that prove no one really cares about how Black Women are treated

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The Prompt: Write a list of 23. (23 things to do, 23 people you owe apologies to, 23 books you’ve lied about reading, 23 things you can see from where you’re sitting, 23 ten-word hooks for stories you want to tell….) I searched Google in an attempt to find the names of a few women who were murdered, murdered by black men, and or … [Read more...]

Scintilla – Friendship

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The Prompt: Who was your childhood best friend? Describe them–what brought you together, what made you love them. Are you still friends today? We became friends at six years old- a friendship held together, I thought, by the glue of another. I was always doubtful of strength of our friendship. Our personalities were so similar and our level of … [Read more...]

Mail, Privacy, and the lasting damage of a Narcissistic Parent

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The mailbox was a source of conflict throughout my life. NM guarded it as if it were the secret path to the Land of Milk and Honey. There was one key to the mailbox located in the lobby of the building in which I spent my childhood. She had the key and made every attempt to keep it from us. And when she picked up the mail, I never had any. At least … [Read more...]