Hey, you! So nice of you to click to learn more about me, Kristina Henson.
I live in Upstate New York with my daughter, a Golden Retriever, and two cats. Before writing and illustrating my two books, One Hundred Birds Telling One Hundred Little Stories and Letters to Lily, I maintained a blog and regularly published personal essays while working in the graphic design industry by day and devoting the majority of the rest of my time doing what I love the most — writing and creating books. I love everything about books. With all that’s inside of them—the things I can learn, the places I can travel to, the characters I can fall in love with—what isn’t there to love?
I can define myself by being so many things: a mother, a daughter, a sister, an artist, an author, a designer. But most importantly—and what I remind myself of often—is that I am a woman who needs to create. 
I hope you enjoy a peek into my studio and life. 
Kristina 

The Promise

The Promise

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She was 10 years old the night I first saw her. I was in a tree outside of her bedroom window. I heard her whispering. She sounded scared and was asking for someone to watch over her.
I hooted.
Whoo hoo oo o.
It startled her.
She whispered again, "please, watch over me".
I hooted. Whoo hoo oo o.

Back and forth the hooting and whispering went. Eventually, she fell asleep and I left my perch in the giant oak tree. For hours, I soared through the woods surrounding her house. My wings beat in rhythm with the beat of my heart. Then quietly, I'd glide in and out between the treetops. The sound of the wind in my ears deafening the noise of the rest of the world. Those hours, flying alone in the dark are magical. I am my truest self. I'm fearless. I'm untouchable.

I peeked on her through the bedroom window before the sun came up. Ringlets of blonde hair fell around her face and across her pillow. She looked peaceful. Her lips were ever so slightly turned up as if she was ready to smile. She was precious. That was the night I promised to watch over her for as long as I lived.

Feeling Everything

Feeling Everything
Dig In

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