Jennifer Christiansen
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Animal advocate, traveler, and bibliophile. Lover of all things dark and romantic.
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Elevator Friends
“Elevator?” It was a running joke between me and my friend, Denise. It all started on a day in the early 1990s. After graduating high school (or, better yet, escaping a forced social experiment), college wasn’t yet on the horizon. I was finally free. And moreover, being outside of the high school arena, peers were more accepting of my quirky personality and unique look. Instead of being the weird redhead that boys would not dare discover, it was a time that other humans wanted to find out what lurked beneath my freckled skin.
By Jennifer Christiansen4 years ago in Humans
Lost and Found in Labyrinth
“Through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered I have fought my way here to the castle beyond the Goblin City to take back the child you have stolen, for my will is as strong as yours and my kingdom as great. You have no power over me!” Jim Henson
By Jennifer Christiansen4 years ago in Geeks
Heidi, a Heartbeat at my Feet
"My little dog—a heartbeat at my feet." Edith Wharton My first glance at Heidi on Petfinder A heartbeat at my feet. I’ve always been a lover of dogs, but my miniature schnauzer Heidi has touched my heart unlike any other. She has been at my feet and by my side for the past nine years and has had many “jobs,” the most important of which is bringing joy and love into my life.
By Jennifer Christiansen4 years ago in Petlife
The Stolen Kiss
Aimee spun the batteries in the Walkman, trying to get her Prince cassette to play. The dying batteries made the singer’s usual falsetto sounded deep, brooding, and strange. Slowly the song dissipated to nothing and Aimee realized Tara was talking to her.
By Jennifer Christiansen4 years ago in Fiction
Getting Back Up
Push your feet And glide across the ice Swish Skate! She was beautiful. With her white puffer jacket and pale pink angora sweater complimenting her lip gloss, my sister looked like she just stepped out of Teen magazine. I chugged along behind her on the ice, trying to keep up, but she was faster and more graceful. One long swan-like glide across the frozen pond was worth at least four of my short, choppy strides. But this was nothing new. I’d never been the one who could make movement look elegant and effortless. But Jessica had always tried to help. She taught me how to ride a bike after one harrowing experience where I almost ended up in the back of a trash truck caused our father to give up. After a brief interlude of ridicule from the neighborhood kids, she took it upon her herself to make sure I knew how to balance and brake on my yellow Schwinn. But that was years ago.
By Jennifer Christiansen4 years ago in Fiction
Lighthouse
Sometimes the best part of a trip is unplanned. Even now those words are difficult to write. As a fervent planner, it goes against every fiber of my being to admit that sometimes things work out in unexpected ways. That sometimes the winds of fate will steer you in the right direction.
By Jennifer Christiansen4 years ago in Wander
The Bavarian Burglary
Frederick the Flea lounged in the hold of the plane reading his book. It seemed wrong that someone of his intelligence should be trapped in the pet area of the plane and not in first class. He wondered where they were going this time.
By Jennifer Christiansen4 years ago in Fiction
