She is going to be so…
February 23, 2002coffee, pancakes and mushroom omelettes, followed by a drive by the ocean. picnics on the sand. deep breaths held for ten seconds. oh, my legs are so pale.
i watched squirrels dart in and out of a flower bed on the cliff, and i imagined what it must be like to have rows of flowers and foliage up to my shoulders. afterward, we went to a nursery and i got inspired to turn my brown thumb green. i walked out with fresh sweet basil, italian parsley and three bamboo sticks.
i made the mistake of pointing out a father and son riding bicycles side by side and my mother lamented that it will be a long time until she has grandchildren.
today is her 60th birthday. we’re throwing a surprise party, with white table cloths and two turntables and, i think, lechon. one of her best friends from high school has come all the way from jersey for the affair, and my mom hasn’t got a clue.
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 look on the bright side.
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.
