fragile
October 5, 2005It’s been one of those difficult and trying, life-is-fragile weeks. The trials and tribulations aren’t mine to tell, and I’m not going l to list them like laundry here. All I can say is that people dear to me are hurting, and I hate that.
The one thing that is magic in all this is that I can be there for them. I have experienced enough that I know how it feels and I have words to share that actually mean something. Is it wisdom? Is it empathy? Whatever it is, it’s such a gift.
I am grateful for that, and I am grateful for the people who support me when I need it. I’m even strangely grateful for these kinds of weeks, because it reminds me not to take any of this for granted.
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.
