Kirsten C
Kirsten C. was born and raised in Texas Hill Country. After becoming a hopelessly devoted Bobcat and earning a degree in Mass Communications-Public Relations at Texas State University, she was wooed by the never-ending culinary options and vibrant street art of Houston and became a transplant. By day she is a marketing enthusiast for a downtown engineering firm, and by night, an over-the-top {and unashamed} dog mom. She and her husband William are licensed foster parents—advocating for children and families—who hope to one day grow their family through adoption. You can follow their unruly journey on their blog, Cornell Chaos. When she’s not trying a new restaurant, playing behind the lens of a Cannon, piddling in the yard, or scouring markets for hidden gems, Kirsten is often found teaching student ministry through Kingsland Baptist Church or escaping at a local coffee spot.
The Forgotten Moms:: Mothering is Never Temporary
Let’s be honest, friends. We’re friends, right? I had entirely different words all written. I wanted to tell you about how Mother’s Day flat...
Dear Superhero:: Call Your Mom
Dear Superhero,
You are adventurous, sometimes fearless {much to Mimi’s dismay and your dad’s delight}. But your heart is tender and your words are kind....
Oh the Places You’ll Go:: Advice for Living a Seussical Life
March 2 is recognized as Read Across America Day, also known as Dr. Seuss Day. The day is a call to motivate all children...
Losing a Legend:: Mary Higgins Clark, the Queen of Suspense
A fixture on best-seller lists for decades, Mary Higgins Clark died at the graceful age of 92 on the last day of January after...
The Important Thing About Moms
...But the most important thing about mom is that she loves me.
When our most recent foster kiddos came to us, they let it be...
Changing the Sheets
Less than an hour ago I held you for the last time. I felt your tears roll down my neck as you pressed your...
Cancer Scars:: A Survivor’s Daughter
We don’t talk about it. There are no parades or yearly celebratory posts. No bumper stickers or two-story pink ribbons adorning the front lawn....
The Mess Behind the Mean Girl:: Dig a Little Deeper
Her name still makes my right eye twitch and the hair on my arms stand at attention. Theresa. Such a foul human being {I’m...
Investing in Women After You:: Why I Feel Called to Mentor Teenagers
...Fast forward several communities and groups later and here I sit, the tentative leader of a high school girls group. Teenagers, you may gasp....
I’m Their Other Mother, but You’re Their Mom
An open letter to the mother of her foster children, from their "other" mother
I think of you often. I probably shouldn’t and I told...