A quilt of worry
July 9, 2004 Grandma and me, ink and watercolor on bristol, 2003 |
My grandma is in the hospital, again. It’s the third time she’s been admitted in a month, and I’m worried. That’s the last thing I should be doing, I know, especially when I always have given her such a hard time for fretting about every little (and big) thing. But now I understand that worry comes with love. And, god, do I love that woman.
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.
