the hills are alive
April 30, 2008God speaks to me in yellow flowers. I first noticed them during long drives to and from my parents’ house the weeks before our wedding. My mind was crammed with to do lists and worst case scenarios, and the stress weighed down on my shoulders like bricks. But every time I saw those yellow flowers I was struck by their joyful beauty and felt an instant calm. It was that simple.
I still see the sunny blooms–on the LA highways like I did two years ago and everywhere else–and they never fail to bring me some peace and hope. It’s that simple.
I'm Christine, and this is a slice of my life—a sweet, rich, wildly indulgent slice that would taste really good with a scoop of Breyers vanilla bean ice cream. Read more >>
I run a darling, friendly, little graphic design studio.
I make things and then I sell them.
I take photos. Lots of photos.
I wish on stars and on websites.
I built my first web site 7 years ago and got 15 seconds of fame. (It changed my life.)
I launched, then relaunched, an online magazine.
I admitted to several embarrassing crushes.
I consumed more bacon than any human should and lived to tell the tales.
