Automatic windows
August 19, 2001at the stoplight, the man beside us was driving a huge white ford pick-up circa sometime before the 70s, i think. i didn’t see his face, just his hand reaching toward the car window and pushing the glass panel down himself. he needed fresh air.
–the part of the street when rowena becomes glendale
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.
