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.
Most days, parenting Ella is just like parenting a typical child…except when it is not. Today, was Ella’s last day of soccer for the fall season and today was the first time that a girl was nasty to her. I […]
Nine – The amount of full days Ella has attended kindergarten. Five – The number Ella counted up to unprompted, unaided en français at the breakfast table this morning. Twelve – The pairs of panties I have washed in just […]
It was only 30 minutes…maybe 45 but it was enough knowing that every minute the radius was multiplying. Ella ran away…again. But this time, she got further than ever before. I had her at work with me, turned my back […]
Independence. Isn’t that what every parent wants for their child? Isn’t lack of independence what drives parents-to-be to abort their unborn children? Their fear that their child will always be dependent on them. As a parent of a child with […]
One month ago, Ella turned five. I remember, so vividly, when she was a baby wondering if we would ever make it this far…and if we did, what a five year old Ella would be like. I remember being somewhat […]
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.
