Several years ago, I was creating a Christmas present for the family, a self-published cookbook featuring recipes my grandmother had collected and created over decades. While interviewing her for the biographical section, she began to talk about her courtship with… — Kristina McMorris Copy Share Image
My childhood memories of my grandparents are of a wonderful, complementary couple. While my grandfather had a spirited, humorous personality, my grandmother is gentle and poised. — Kristina McMorris Copy Share Image
From 2001-2008, I was the host and a writer for the WB's weekly television program 'Weddings Portland Style.' — Kristina McMorris Copy Share Image
The line between him and the enemy had simultaneously blurred and solidified. Somehow, while perhaps it shouldn't have, this thought provided a strange sense… — Kristina McMorris Copy Share Image
It’s odd, isn’t it? People die every day and the world goes on like nothing happened. But when it’s a person you love, you… — Kristina McMorris Copy Share Image
Maybe heaven entailed more than a soul residing in a single place, but instead having pieces of yourself spread among the hearts and memories… — Kristina McMorris Copy Share Image
“ Good had defeated evil, people proclaimed, a justification for atrocities best left forgotten. They would cling to this oversimplified truth while trading pats… — Kristina McMorris Copy Share Image
“But there was something else. A feeling of understanding, a comfort that defied reason. It was as though kissing her, a near stranger, would… — Kristina McMorris Copy Share Image
In seven days God had created the Earth. In a single day mankind had turned it upside down. — Kristina McMorris Copy Share Image
“War doesn’t start with an explosion….It bears far more subtlety. A simmer beneath the surface, as if bringing broth to a boil.” — Kristina McMorris Copy Share Image
Life is too short not to say how you feel to the people you love. — Kristina McMorris Copy Share Image
Not every loss was confirmed by an officer at the door. Nor a telegram with the power to sink a fleet. Loss, often the… — Kristina McMorris Copy Share Image
When I was a kid, my mom once told me that God was an artist and how on occasion He’d throw a bucketful of… — Kristina McMorris Copy Share Image
Only thanks to blissful ignorance, and the inspiration of my grandparents' story, did I actually believe tackling a novel would be an easy task.… — Kristina McMorris Copy Share Image
