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 peop…

- Kristina Mcmorris

Were prayers of murderers, when fighting on the “right side” of the war, ever heard—let alone answered?

- Kristina Mcmorris

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 throu…

- Kristina Mcmorris

Life is too short not to say how you feel to the people you love.

- Kristina Mcmorris

The line between him and the enemy had simultaneously blurred and solidified. Somehow, while perhaps it shouldn't have, this thought provided a stran…

- 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…

- Kristina Mcmorris

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 …

- Kristina Mcmorris

The whole world can become the enemy when you lose what you love.

- Kristina Mcmorris

In seven days God had created the Earth. In a single day mankind had turned it upside down.

- Kristina Mcmorris