My Story

I am a vintage-loving media psychology geek, survivor and activist playing in a complicated world full of entrepreneurs, psychologists & polygamists. And I love animals.



The most important thing about me: I have four super creative and fun offspring who grew up and moved away far too soon. We do, however, talk often and stalk each other on social media, visiting every time there are presents involved. Or cake.

By the way, my daughter Lola Blanc is a singer/songwriter/actor/director/podcaster. Shameless mom plug: check her out HERE.


I have the coolest children in the world!


In my past life, I was a kindergarten teacher, a motivational speaker and the president of a family network that produced and marketed family enrichment and literacy products that I developed. I had 800 sales reps at one point. I have published numerous educational books, created educational and motivational systems for families and children. I have also been a parent educator on and off for 25 years, specializing in positive parenting, family literacy, and baby care & nurturing.



Preventing child abuse through parent education, promoting literacy, fighting human trafficking, empowering women – especially mothers & children. I try to do the humanitarian thing as much as possible. I work to help reduce harm to the women and children in the FLDS community (Fundamentalist Mormons in Southern Utah), and also its offshoots. I try to educate on the harms of media misrepresentation, cyberbullying, victim-blaming and public shaming.

My last name is legally a heart, as in the heart symbol ♥.

It’s true.


Random Descriptors:

Founder ✒ Technorazzi ♞ Voices for Dignity ♻ Digital MishMasher ☁ Social Media Goof ♻ Technology Evangelist ✿ Animal Lover ✎ Parent Educator ✄ Gingerbread Lover ❤ Marriage Officiant (True)★ Idealist ✚ Life & Story Coach ♛ Children’s Literacy Advocate ❤ Baby Nurturer ☤ Geek Promoter ✔ Ventriloquist ☂ Mother of Invention ⚡ Humiliation Fighter ❀ Connector & Networker ♼ Graphic Designer ❖ Web Master ♣ Author ☛ Pink Lover ❤ Humanitarian ♥ Believer ✤

Once Upon a Dam

I grew up in a small river town in Michigan called Croton Dam.

We didn’t have much, but I had a great family, horses, animals, woods and lots of room for a child’s imagination to grow.  I also had a lazy eye, thick glasses, and a speech impediment which caused me to be picked on by the bullies.

I later learned that my speech impediment was from me being literally “tongue-tied,” which meant the tendons under my tongue were tight.  I had to have surgery to correct it, plus surgery to correct the roof of my mouth, etc.) However, experiencing peer rejection and feeling like an outcast was profoundly heart-wrenching for me because I was one of those super sensitive children.


Being bullied as a child created compassion in me for the underdogs and outcasts.

This experience also sparked me to develop my own best friend – a ventriloquist dummy named Howdy Doody.

I first learned  ventriloquism from a Buffalo Bob album that came with a Howdy Doody doll when I was 10 or 11.

Ventriloquism was a remarkable hobby for me and it helped to build my articulation and my confidence.  After surviving a bunch of dramatic bullying stories, I became a cheerleader, the Student Body President, and the National Honor Society president in high school.


This is the Methodist church where my grandfather preached when my mom was in high school in Whitehall, Michigan.

My grandmother was not only a preacher’s wife, but she was a true saint.

In spite of grandpa being a pastor, there was never a lot of religion in our lives. He seemed to do it as a vocation, but we never even had prayers over Thanksgiving dinner. I began my own search for religion in high school and ended up intrigued by Mormonism.


My parents helping at my business.

My parents were both pillars of the community who were constantly reading. My dad was on the school board, was Citizen of the Year, president of the Lion’s Club, on the school board and much more.  He was the Supervisor (equivalent of the Mayor) of our township until he died.  He reeeeally made the world a better place.  The town even named a park after him! 

Besemer Park, named after my father

My mother was the most creative woman ever.  When she made my Halloween costumes, I would win the costume contests! If my mom had an idea for robotic Christmas decorations in the yard or something, my dad would figure out a way to make them. They were quite the pair. My mom has been a literacy volunteer, a museum volunteer, the church treasurer and she has always had the heart to serve the poor and needy during the holidays.

I also have two amazing sisters and one incredible brother. We stayed in the same home throughout childhood, my parents stayed together, and our family had a lot of love and stability.

I joined the LDS church (Mormon) when I was a teenager. I went on a mission…

I got married in the temple, got a degree from Brigham Young University, and lived the devoted Mormon life.

And everything was perfect. Until it wasn’t perfect anymore.

And then I got divorced, and excommunicated.

And lots of things changed.

But ventriloquism remained a joy in my life.
And I learned all about cults and trauma bonds, the hard way.  I became prey to a predator using religion as his disguise.

My story was misrepresented in the media time and time again. I was victim-blamed and shamed on unethical media outlets who made a lot of money exploiting my story, while I was left worse off. This experience put me on a path to develop expertise on the traumatic impact of media misrepresentation, humiliation and victim-blaming, which is the topic of my doctoral dissertation.

“Christine has lived a harrowing, made-for-TV personal history. Her story is as enchanting as it is engrossing, a meditation on what it means to be alive and at risk, looking for something to hold onto in a shaky world. Her story speaks to the tension between confidence and doubt, tradition and change, feeling found and feeling loss, an experience resonant for us all.”

-Jeremy Sherman, PhD, author, Neither Ghost Nor Machine

My life story gets evermore colorful and candy-coated, and dark and twisted, and filled with a carnival ride full of magical thinking and unexpected twists and turns, emotions of all varieties, triumphs and defeats, learning experiences made for the gods, and in the end, redemption. (Fingers crossed.)

On 11-11-11 I got married to Tolga Katas, my Turkish prince, or “the king” as many call him. He’s a creative genius in countless ways. He does music, software, photography, video and more. He is my partner in visual branding (which is why I have so many uber-cool creative pics!). His digital photography and video production skills are world class, and we have a blast.

Life experience brings out different emotions and perspectives on things. I give myself permission to learn, grow, change my mind.

  • #no-more-magical-thinking
  • #lots-more-saving-the-world
  • #I’ve-lived-an-extraordinary-life
  • #You-have-too!
  • #I-had-to-leave-it-to-believe-it
  • #Media-psychology-pulled-all-my-pieces-together
  • #We-are-all-in-this-together
  • #hangontight
  • #subscribe&follow

I need new pics that show my age better, but until then, imagine me this way, k?

This is me photographing an awesome FLDS family. The fun never ends!
Speaking on human trafficking in Manchester, England

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