CJ, will you marry me?
July 2, 2003a 7-year-old boy named CJ stole my heart. i think it was his big brown doe eyes and grin. he passed out candy and chocolate to the ladies at the wedding we attended. later, i saw him with a lavender garter wrapped around his arm.
“do you know what that means?” i asked.
“yeah,” he smiled. “it means someday…i’m going to get married.”
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.
