In seven days God had created the Earth. In a single day mankind had turned it upside down. Kristina McMorris More Quotes by Kristina McMorris More Quotes From Kristina McMorris It’s odd, isn’t it? People die every day and the world goes on like nothing happened. But when it’s a person you love, you think everyone should stop and take notice. That they ought to cry and light candles and tell you that you’re not alone. Kristina McMorris light love-you thinking The whole world can become the enemy when you lose what you love. Kristina McMorris sad grief loss Were prayers of murderers, when fighting on the “right side” of the war, ever heard—let alone answered? Kristina McMorris fighting prayer war Not every loss was confirmed by an officer at the door. Nor a telegram with the power to sink a fleet. Loss, often the worst kind, also arrived through the deafening quiet of an absence. Kristina McMorris loss doors quiet Maybe heaven entailed more than a soul residing in a single place, but instead having pieces of yourself spread among the hearts and memories of people you've touched. Kristina McMorris heart memories people Life is too short not to say how you feel to the people you love. Kristina McMorris life-is-too-short how-you-feel people Home. It's such a simple word, one I never knew would come to mean as much to me as it has. It once was my dad's house, then my uncle's farm. Mostly it's meant wherever Charlie and I were together. Now, though, it's you. It's your letters, your words. They're the place I go to with my fears, where I find comfort, where I feel safe. Kristina McMorris uncles dad home When I was a kid, my mom once told me that God was an artist and how on occasion He’d throw a bucketful of paint across the sky for us all to see. I asked her why the paint disappeared by morning, and she told me that if the sky was always like that we might take it for granted. I suppose she was right. Maybe that’s what war is all about—so we can appreciate times of peace. Kristina McMorris mom morning war The line between him and the enemy had simultaneously blurred and solidified. Somehow, while perhaps it shouldn't have, this thought provided a strange sense of peace. Kristina McMorris lines peace enemy My childhood memories of my grandparents are of a wonderful, complementary couple. While my grandfather had a spirited, humorous personality, my grandmother is gentle and poised. Kristina McMorris gentle childhood personality memories On occasion, I like to reread my grandfather's letters. While leafing through them, I'm saddened by what is being lost in modern communication. Soul-baring sentimentality isn't typically poured into text messages, tweets and emails. All too often, personal connections are brushed aside for the sake of convenience in a fast-paced world. Kristina McMorris communication grandfather lost world 'Letters From Home' is a story inspired by my grandparents' epistolary courtship. Kristina McMorris grandparents story letters home 'Letters From Home' is a 90,000-word WWII love story with a twist, aptly summarized as 'The Notebook' meets 'Saving Private Ryan.' Kristina McMorris story love-story home love From 2001-2008, I was the host and a writer for the WB's weekly television program 'Weddings Portland Style.' Kristina McMorris portland host style television Before the day my grandmother shared her treasured letters with me, I honestly wasn't much of a fiction reader, let alone creative writer. Kristina McMorris alone day me creative Only thanks to blissful ignorance, and the inspiration of my grandparents' story, did I actually believe tackling a novel would be an easy task. I've since learned otherwise. Kristina McMorris thanks ignorance easy believe Several years ago, I was creating a Christmas present for the family, a self-published cookbook featuring recipes my grandmother had collected and created over decades. While interviewing her for the biographical section, she began to talk about her courtship with my late grandfather. Kristina McMorris late family christmas grandfather People often refer to bygone days as a simpler time. Perhaps, more accurately, my grandparents' generation focused better on what mattered. Traffic jams and minor quibbles with my husband Daniel pale in comparison with the worries that were faced on the home front and battlefield during the Second World War. Kristina McMorris home time war people
