Falling leaves
October 22, 2003A few weeks ago, Mom and I were walking to the movies on one of our perfect Girl Days. We get together once every few weeks to go shopping, see movies and eat out. The outings are sometimes as simple as a trip to Walmart and a cruise through the In-N-Out drive thru, but they’re always fun. That afternoon was one of the first days that really felt like Fall. I remember that clearly.
As we were walking, I noticed a leaf lying on the sidewalk. There were no trees on that block, so it must have blown over from a neighboring street. The golden leaf curled up at the corners. I could tell it was crisp for crunching. Maybe Mom could, too, because her sandle-clad foot stomped on it.
The leaf crackled beneath Mom’s foot, and a grin snuck up her face.
“You’re like me!” I exclaimed. “I love stepping on fallen leaves.”
“No, Christine,” she said, “You’re like me.”
“Oh. Right.”
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.
