christa.
spelled with a ch, not a k.

my mom’s a minister. my dad wanted me to be a minister’s wife. they put jesus in my name in the hopes that i wouldn’t turn out like i have — an advertiser who shoves crystals in her bra before a pitch.

i grew up in a cornfield nestled between the bible belt and the rust belt. spent my whole life writing myself anywhere else but there. now, in every new city, i keep hunting for little pieces of home.

résumé.

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