C.K. Corcoran

The first story Christine Corcoran ever told was to her first grade teacher at St. Mary's Catholic school. She told her that she was "allergic" homogenized milk, mistakenly thinking, in her 7 year old mind, that the word homogenized on the carton meant the same thing as "white" and she was very much in the mood for chocolate. That story didn't work out so well. Turns out, that story was actually more of a lie, and it got her in some trouble.

Since then Christine has used stories to comfort her daughters, to explain concepts that are otherwise difficult to explain to her son, who is on the Autism Spectrum, and occasionally to entertain her dog. She says she writes some of them down now, as her memory just isn't what it used to be, however she can't say for sure since she can't remember what her memory used to be like. (she has it written down...somewhere).

She grew up in Manchester, Iowa and currently resides in a small town in Northern Idaho. Her goal is to one day live for a short time in Cincinnati, so that she can thoroughly confuse people with the old Idaho/Iowa/Ohio jokes.

It is said that in the heart of every person there lies a great story that needs to be shared, and it is Christine's good fortune that she lives in a day and age where technology can help her dig around for hers. Sometimes you find a treasure, sometimes you just spend all day digging around in the dirt, but she appreciates you being a fellow archeologist, picking up the ax of pages and helping her excavate til she finds hers.