Christine’s first loves were figure skating and music. She loved exploring her mom’s cd collection, discovering the sounds of Madonna, Celine Dion, and the Beatles, among so many others. She loved listening to the radio, where the sounds of artists like Lisa Loeb & Nine Stories, Jewel and Alanis Morrisette ignited her soul. Music was an escape from the trials of growing up in a dysfunctional home, and songs made her feel less alone.

She loved to crank up her stereo, sing and dance, pretending she was either on the ice or in a music video. Her reflection in the window, her audience. She also fell in love with writing. Along with writing stories, she analyzed cd inserts, memorizing the lyrics of all her favorite songs, not yet knowing someday she’d be writing her own.

As a teenager, she got her first guitar and taught herself how to play. She spent a lot of time writing lyrics in her journal, an outlet for her pain. She dreamed of becoming a rock star someday, where she could finally express herself to the world. But the shadow of buried trauma, lack of support, and a new found battle with addiction, made it difficult to find her voice.

During her college years, she met the love of her life during a karaoke night in Duluth, Minnesota. They immediately took notice of each other and realized how much they had in common. He, a fellow creative soul, and music producer, and her, a restless free spirit who asked “Where have you been all my life!?” They got married, and moved to Los Angeles, California, to pursue their dreams.

Adventuring in the Hollywood tv & film industry was awesome, but it soon became apparent that their way of living had to change. They chose to walk a path of recovery together. Sobriety gave them the stability and opportunity to create the better life they dreamed of – and the gift of a beautiful baby boy. Their son was a gift of God’s grace. And their greatest teacher.

Throughout her journey of motherhood, she’s had to confront painful truths about her upbringing, and lay down what was never hers to carry. Despite it all, she’s found purpose in the storm. Breaking the cycle led her back to her music, to her truth, and the freedom to let her voice be heard. It’s never too late to be who you might’ve been.

Music is therapy. Music is healing. Music is love. She hopes her music can bring comfort and joy to other lost and hurting souls in this fallen world.

Currently residing in East Tennessee, she’s learning and growing as a mother, singer and songwriter. For the first time in her life, she’s looking forward, not backward.