Spinny
September 13, 2003I rode a ferris wheel, the bumper cars and one of those you-stand-up-and-they-spin-you-high-in-sky rides at a church fair on Sunday. I was fine — I was ecstatic — until that last one. My stomach leapt against the walls of my body. High up in the evening sky and at the top of my lungs, I shouted, “I’m not 16 anymore.” It took two hours and two glasses of water to get my stomach to settle again.
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.
