Storytime
November 12, 2004A girl with angelic blonde curls sat on the floor Indian-style, with a book resting open-faced on her lap. “Please read this, please read this, please read this,” she chanted, loudly, to her mom who was standing beside her, talking on the cell phone.
The mom didn’t budge and the girl didn’t stop, not even to take a breath. “Please read this, please read this, please read this, please read this, please read this.”
Finally, the mom put her conversation on hold to shush her daughter.
Like a good little girl, she followed her mom’s orders and stopped the shouting.
Instead, she started to whisper. “Please read this, please read this, please read this…”
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.
