Hi, I’m Krista.
Strategic communicator and storyteller.
I am the wife of a very talented musician who takes me around the world in pursuit of excellence. Mama to Jakob, Audrey and Ella, who just happens to have Down Syndrome.
And an aspiring disciple of Jesus, defender of the oppressed, writer, graphic designer and photographer.
I write and speak on navigating through the fog of life…you know, when things don’t go exactly as planned and am fuelled by a passion to amplify the voices of those on the margins…
oh, and coffee…lots of coffee.
The blog was created to share life. This One Beautiful Life. In a world of technology, hustle, bustle and greed it is so easy to lose sight of that. I have been doing a lot of soul searching as of […]
Let’s just say, Christmas came in like a lion and out like a lamb. But before I get into it, I might just take a moment to comment on Cambridge. You see, when we returned from across the pond we […]
Like for many children, my Christmas’ were often divided between my mother and father who divorced when I was six. It is something couples rarely think about when contemplating divorce: the simple ramifications for your children as they grow up. […]
As I entered Ella’s classroom today to pick her up from preschool, it suddenly occurred to me that tomorrow is December 1st. How did I not see this coming? Where did November go? The panic set in as I realized […]
Believe it or not one of the most searched items that leads readers to my blog is Advent. I remember spending hours searching out readings and resources last year as there are surprisingly few publications on the internet….or even in […]
Hi, I’m Krista.
Strategic communicator and storyteller.
I am the wife of a very talented musician who takes me around the world in pursuit of excellence. Mama to Jakob, Audrey and Ella, who just happens to have Down Syndrome.
And an aspiring disciple of Jesus, defender of the oppressed, writer, graphic designer and photographer.
I write and speak on navigating through the fog of life…you know, when things don’t go exactly as planned and am fuelled by a passion to amplify the voices of those on the margins…
oh, and coffee…lots of coffee.
