Christina Heaston

Mike Oncley,

Posted in Uncategorized by christinaheaston on August 31, 2010

I think I would like to have every single one of these.
Also, I would like to be Annie Hall.

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I ♥ the 80s.

Posted in Uncategorized by christinaheaston on August 30, 2010

When was the last time you had all of your best friends in one bathroom?

Me? Saturday night.

Larry & Jessica.

Posted in Uncategorized by christinaheaston on August 23, 2010

Charlotte, NC

After.

Posted in Uncategorized by christinaheaston on August 23, 2010

“After would be better. Before was only there so After could happen”

Augusten Burroughs, Running With Scissors

Squash, family, etc.

Posted in Uncategorized by christinaheaston on August 22, 2010

One of my favorite things about going home is visiting the local farmers market with my mom, sisters, and grandma.

greer, sc

Hongrui, Welcome Home!

Posted in Uncategorized by christinaheaston on August 17, 2010

So so glad to have this girl back in the states!

Veggie Burgers.

Posted in Uncategorized by christinaheaston on August 15, 2010

Did you know that I am a food photographer?

Because I am. (Sometimes. But only for Lukas Volger.)

I’ll put up some photos from the book soon…

Stories.

Posted in Uncategorized by christinaheaston on August 15, 2010

But I talk about my life anyway because if, on the one hand, hardly anything could be less important, on the other hand, hardly anything could be more important. My story is important not because it is mine, God knows, but because if I tell it anything like right, the chances are you will recognize that in many ways it is also yours. Maybe nothing is more important than that we keep track, you and I, of these stories of who we are and where we have come from and the people we have met along the way because it is precisely through these stories in all their particularity, as I have long believed and often said, that God makes himself known to each of us most powerfully and personally. If this is true, it means that to lose track of our stories is to be profoundly impoverished not only humanly but also spiritually.

-Fredrick Buechner, Telling Secrets

The day that Ginny came to town…

Posted in Uncategorized by christinaheaston on August 11, 2010

it was a good day.