KRYSTINA OLSEN

Part Two of Three: On suffering, emotion, and what it’s like to walk through the fire. It’s not for everyone, but it is for every one. { Part One } I stepped...

Part One of Three: On suffering, emotion, and what it’s like to walk through the fire. It’s not for everyone, but it is for every one. This is for the achey ...

To the beautiful lives splashed in hues of dark melanin, to the courageous hearts of the LGBTQ community, to the immigrating brothers and sisters looking for...

I have no clue what I’m doing. I just do the motions: sandals on, jacket slung around my spring shoulders, turn the key, drive the highway, walk the steps, p...

The following is the second in a two-part series of an undocumented story being given debut; bringing the inside to the outside, in courage and with grit. ( ...

The following is the first in a two-part series of an undocumented story being given debut; bringing the inside to the outside, in courage and with grit. To ...

You've made tenderly sharp sacrifices in your life, I know you have. I know because I've made my own and the more I learn about people and engage in honest r...

I witnessed a miracle. And it came in the form of a golden tomato. Sometimes I’m so ridiculously tired. So over-done. So weighed down that my head ostriches ...

My Sweet Everett, You. You, love, are a gift. I've known you for 31 days and in those days you have awed me, softened me, terrified me, taught me, blessed me...

To you, whom it most definitely concerns: Remember the time you made me laugh so hard I went silent, tears streaming down the sides of my cheeks, unsure if I...

The tiny bubbles dancing in the kettle make my feet want to stretch, my eyes want to close, and I find my cheeks rounding into a lazy smile. It's morning, ag...

Before the moment of victory, before my once-wrecked-heart became buoyant and light and mosaic ... before the almost touchable colors of rest, there was a ra...