Christine Bryant has always been a writer. Even before she could compose a single word with a pen, she scribbled her version of cursive along the open page, just to see what it looked like. She spent her teenage years swiping her father's old black Royal typewriter so her muse could breathe life into what her vivid imagination had created.
She's spent the last twenty-three years married to the man of her dreams and raising their two sons. After helping run the family restaurant for most of their marriage, Christine has finally broken away to pursue her dream of being an author.
When she's not with her family or tickling the computer keys, she loves camping, reading, scrapbooking, listening to all kinds of music, and making new friends.
Christine is currently living in the middle of sage brush and lava rock with a spectacular view of the Snake River Canyon in South Central Idaho.
My Roots
Christine was born in Pocatello, Idaho, on a warm summer night too many years ago to mention. She came into this world as the youngest of three children to join a brother who was big on scouting and a beautiful and talented sister Christine aspired to be like someday. She spent the better part of her youth as the daughter of a military father and a stay-at-home mom, moving from one place to another. She's lived in Texas, Kansas, Kentucky, Idaho, and even Germany. She's been in or flown over just about every state in the continental US and spent many months camping along the roadside in a travel trailer while between homes. It's a no wonder she feels a little gypsy flowing through her veins.
Christine met her husband, Ed, when a friend of hers hauled her to a pizza restaurant where Ed worked. She had no idea she was about to meet her future husband or that it was a blind date of sorts. Two days later, he called and asked her out, and the rest is history. They dated for about eight months before they were engaged. They were married on a September morning and also became the step-mother to a son from his previous marriage. About nine years later they adopted another boy. Both boys were born with disabilities, the oldest passing away from a heart defect in 2003. They now own the restaurant where they met and live in the country with plenty of room for the youngest boy to roam.