The littlest thing
November 5, 2004Sometimes, it’s the littlest things that lifts my spirits.
Last night, it was a belly warmed with tomato basil soup, my iPod slipped into my left pocket, my hand slipped into my right and Sam Beam’s soothing crooning in my ears as I crossed the Ralphs parking lot to my car in the cold, dark night.
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.
