About

Christina Moore

Write about what you know said the philosopher. Ergo… social commentary, innovation + technology, communities. I spent 2006 in Iraq. I have spent years on inner-city ambulances. I lived in Alaska for a decade. I bought a forest (why not). I ran an EMS agency in rural New England. I design and write software applications.

Now my knees are shot, but I am not. Fingers to keys, and a microphone at hand, let’s tell a story or three.

Honorable Mentions

Forbes 2017

Meet the Developer Who’s Helping Puerto Rico Avoid the “Second Disaster” (30NOV2017).

Oracle 2022

Christina Moore’s APEX app tracks dollars and data during disaster.

by Alex Chan, 06APR2022

 Woman in APEX: Profile 18APR2021

Insum Insider: Christina Moore and Emergency Fund Management 25FEB2021

Christina Moore’s Publications

I have published both fiction and non-fiction works throughout my life. Having books on the shelf with your name is sort of cool, it is also a family legacy. I am at least the third generation to have been paid as a published author. My grandfather first published novels in the 1920s with at least one movie that I can find references to. My father first published a novel in 1964, then made a career out of it. While he’s been dead since 2008, his most recent movie came out on 2022. Not bad for a dead guy.

Fiction

“Echoes of a Lincoln Song” short story in Lincoln by Lincoln, author, The Cottage Press. (ISBN 1-882063-57-0) 2004

Run Report 2009. Editor in Chief, Storm Petrel Publications. (ISBN-9780-9791532-1-1)

Non-Fiction Articles

Numerous articles/blogs on software development using Oracle plus speaking engagements on related topics.

Non-Fiction Books

Creating Foxpro Applications – Technical Editor, Que Corp. (ISBN 1565290933) 1993

FoxPro Programmer’s Reference – Technical Editor, Que Corp. ( ISBN 1565292103) 1993

Using Alpha Four –Technical editor/contributor, Que Corp. (ISBN 0880228903) 1992

WordPerfect Macro Language – Technical Editor (ISBN 0880223774) Que Corp. 1988

Green Mountains

My husband and I live in the Green Mountains of southern Vermont just miles from the Massachusetts’ border. If you find yourself on a narrow dirt road in these hills, then you are two left turns from our place.

Adventuring

Whilst my adventuring has slowed a bit. I am no longer ripping telemark turns down glaciated and snow-covered Alaskan mountains at stupid speeds. I am no longer a certified ski instructor for any discipline. I used to teach telemark, Nordic, alpine, and adaptive skiing during my years in Alaska. More recently, we enjoyed a week on the Lancaster Canal in England during the spring of 2019. A self-driving hire boat that got passed by many walkers, all runners, and anyone pedaling a bicycle.

Story Telling

Blog entries, short stories, podcasts, and novels are my means of telling stories: From “once upon a time”, to “Chapter 2”, I enjoy clicking words together. I continue to strive to finish stories that encourage a chuckle, a thought, and surprise.

If ever asked for the difference between a sea story and a fairy tale, the answer is: Nothing really. One starts: “No shit, there I was…” And the other starts: “Once Upon a time…”. In fairness, the fairy tale likely wanders closer to the truth. I learned to sail on the Charles River in Cambridge, Mass. Took my first job on a ship at 16, then again in my twenties, then again in my thirties. That third one took me to the Gulf of Alaska and the North Pacific in the winter. Pretty darn stupid move on my part.

I’ve put a few short stories up here…

Iraq

Maybe freezing my anatomy off in Alaska was not enough. At forty-one, I deployed to Iraq for a year as a civilian member of the U.S. Army’s Fourth Infantry Division.

EMS Agency Chief

Upon my return from Iraq, I started a non-profit rescue service in rural Vermont. I went back to school to earn my EMT (second time), then my paramedic. Then became a critical-care paramedic. I worked as a paid professional and an unpaid volunteer in these hills. In 2017, I left the volunteer fire company and let my medical certificates/licenses expire. Between my years as a kid on urban ambulances in Metro-Boston then another decade in rural New England, I’d had enough. 

Continued

Some snowy winter I will stitch together the quilt from uniform parts, patches, logos cut from shirts, and various t-shirts. I have no interest in starting because someone would expect me to finish. That’s not a quilt I really want to finish.

May there always be an open corner of the quilt for the next adventure, and a place to publish the story.