Home for writer Christine Gronseth, celebrating the sentiments that evoke flavors of locality, and exploring the shiny glimmers that make the human heart beat.

About me

I was raised on a babbling creek in a small, rural community in Eastern Washington during an era when summer vacation meant building makeshift treehouses in tall ponderosa pines, catching crawdads in home-sewn nets, and escaping the country through a wardrobe on the page. When I left with my houseplant and goldfish — strapped into the passenger seat — I studied anthropology and pre-medicine at the University of Washington in Seattle, then worked for 13 years as a diagnostic laboratory scientist in cytogenetics, helping pinpoint specific abnormalities in patients with hematologic cancers. Later, I was formally educated as a chef, my cursive name embroidered into a pressed white coat, and somehow found myself working for the most decorated chef in America.

I now live in Brooklyn with my god-send of a spouse and goodest girl, a chocolate mini labradoodle named Beignet, where I’m finishing up my first novel, a quirky crush story about a quiet cafe, sharing my musings and ponderings on Substack, and posting on Instagram about the best, quiet cafes for writing in the Big Apple and interesting upcoming literary events.

Thank you for visiting, and please follow along on my socials!