Christine Rose

Category: Personal

  • I Forgot to Live

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    I wrote this poem in Wordsworth’s Garden only a day after going to the hospital due to stress at work and loss of a support structure. Being out in the Lake District reminded me how much I had missed while working so much, which this week felt all for naught.

  • Lessons in Letting Go

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    Upon waking this morning, I slid my hand across my stomach. While I had slept, my PJs had shifted to expose some bare skin. An image came to mind. A lover’s gentle caress across my body while pulling me closer. A few tears soon followed as I realized: I hadn’t been touched tenderly by a lover in…

  • The Moment You Smiled

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    The moment you smiled The moment you laughed The moment your sparkling eyes fixed on me The moment you spoke The moment you sighed That was the moment my soul was set free The curve of your neck The shape of your lips The way that you tilt your head when you speak The tone of…

  • A Meaningful Valentine’s Day

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    Today was a good day. A little sad, perhaps, but good. Of course it’s Valentine’s Day, which is difficult for most single or heartbroken people, but it’s also two other things for me: It’s Buster’s birthday, and I miss him so much. It’s the day my husband proposed 17 years ago in 1999. After the great…

  • Stepping Out of Hell

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    Yesterday was an important day. February 12th. That date has haunted me for the past four years. I’d see it everywhere, and I’d remember. Even if I hadn’t thought of it for quite some time, I’d remember when I’d look at my watch at 2:12. When my coworker from extension 212 would forward a call,…

  • The Loneliest Christmas

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    This morning I made myself a cup of coffee and warmed a powder sugar-topped pastry after I had fed the cat I’m sitting. The two of us enjoyed our Christmas breakfast in silence, other than the crackling fire (complete with holiday tunes) playing from my iPad Mini 2, compliments of Netflix. Once we finished our breakfast.…

  • Major Changes in the Autumn of Life

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    The past five years have been the most difficult of my life. The person I was in 2010 is dead, but it was a slow, agonizing death brought about by deceptions, betrayals, and even sexual assault. Just when I thought I couldn’t lose anymore, after having lost my community, my faith, my job, my home,…

  • An Open Letter To Benedict Cumberbatch

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    Dear Benedict, Last night, I saw you perform Hamlet for the second time. Unlike so many of those around me, I did not travel to London just to see this performance. I come to London every year because London is the city of my soul. Although I recognized your talent and have greatly enjoyed your…

  • Goodnight Sweet Prince: A Reflection on Hamlet

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    Last week, I had the absolute pleasure of seeing Hamlet at the Barbican Center, starring Benedict Cumberbatch. This show has been sold out for over a year. People fly in from all over the world just to see this performance because they are huge fans of Benedict Cumberbatch, mostly from his work in Sherlock.  Me?…

  • Turning Techy

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    The title of this piece is an homage to my friend Jane in London who is one of the people that inspired me to take the tech path. TurningTechy is her Twitter handle, and I love it. After Jane’s initial inspiration last year when she excitedly spoke about her Day of Code workshop, many other…