On occasion, I like to reread my grandfather's letters. While leafing through them, I'm saddened by what is being lost in modern communication. Soul-baring sentimentality isn't typically poured into text messages, tweets and emails. All too often, personal connections are… — Kristina McMorris Copy Share Image
People often refer to bygone days as a simpler time. Perhaps, more accurately, my grandparents' generation focused better on what mattered. Traffic jams and minor quibbles with my husband Daniel pale in comparison with the worries that were faced on… — 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
