A bottle of red wine
May 19, 2004I knew there was a long list of To-Do’s starving for my attention, but when Rima offered me a glass of red wine I couldn’t resist. I stretched out on the futon, took small, slow sips, and talked to her and Eric about art and writing and love. And when they craved a smoke, I followed them down the back stairs and out to the patio, where we continued our conversation and watched time stand still.
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.
