Retreat
March 25, 2004I’m getting out of here. Out of the city, up the coast, and into the beautiful wooded foothills of Malibu. I’m going to take deep breaths and feel my lungs and head clear up. I’m going to count stars, and I’ll probably lose count because there are just so many. I’m going to sit with a bunch of teenagers to talk about God and life and, you know, stuff.
While I’m gone, I’ll miss you. But I hope you are having too wonderful a weekend to miss me back.
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.
