Kids R Us
August 20, 2003
I met Klair on the swing set at Plummer Park.
“Hi,” she said.
“Hello,” I smiled.
“How old are you?” she asked, shuffling her feet against the ground.
“27,” I said.
She looked at me with exclamation point eyes. “Why are you here?”
I told her about the zine convention I was attending and how I overestimated the time it would take to get there. We had time to kill, I explained. Then I pointed to Rama, who was lying face down on the hand ladder.
“You guys are being kids today, aren’t you?” she asked.
“Oh,” I said, “We’re kids every day.”
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.
