Ice cream in winter
February 2, 2002A man in a pale green coat and rainbow fruit-striped gum ski cap walked into the café and said: “So where can I find ice cream around here?” It was 40 degrees out. He was with a young boy wearing a fuzzy sky blue cap with ear flaps.
When the man behind the counter could offer no help, the two left the store, hand in hand, to continue their search.
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.
