On war
March 19, 2003i don’t know how to describe it but maybe you know how it is i feel. the clearest picture i can paint is a mother’s empty arms as she mourns her only child. then, i multiply it times 250,000 and that is only a fraction of the fear, grief and panic that fills my heart.
it hasn’t even begun and i’m already sick of talking about it.
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.
