Christina May Shanaberg : Writing

They Killed Themselves

They Killed Themselves

A Poem by Christina May Shanaberg


The destruction of our forests, from wildlife's point of view!
The Crawl Space

The Crawl Space

A Poem by Christina May Shanaberg


A mother at her wit's end!
Send Help!

Send Help!

A Poem by Christina May Shanaberg


Think about where your help is going to and, then, give to where it should be going!
Whispers

Whispers

A Poem by Christina May Shanaberg


The feeling of every writer, at some point!
Angels Crying

Angels Crying

A Poem by Christina May Shanaberg


Just something I feel, when it's raining!
Thursday, January 20, 2011

Thursday, January 20, 2011

A Chapter by Christina May Shanaberg


Thedanger of living alone going into my 55th year (the old "double-nickel") is that my heart has slowed down enough topay attentionto how I accept the..
Friday, January 21, 2011

Friday, January 21, 2011

A Chapter by Christina May Shanaberg


The older I age the more I crave to regain the pure, innocent honestly of a baby or small child. My desire is to think of and see all that is outside ..
Sick and Tired

Sick and Tired

A Poem by Christina May Shanaberg


SICK AND TIRED I am sick and tired of Being sick and tired of Everything I am sick and tired of.
The Shaken Innocent

The Shaken Innocent

A Story by Christina May Shanaberg


A story for the rash of mothers who are able to avoid prosecution for killing the innocents by means of "shaken baby syndrome," using the defense of p..