“I never know what I think about something until I read what I’ve written on it.” – William Faulkner
You know what I was not meant to have? Control. Self-, others-, situational-, political-, government-, project-, subordinate-. None of it. I am involuntarily exerting control over my words, even as I type them. I used to be able to write freely, flowingly, honestly, carelessly. Not in an “I-don’t-care-about-others” kind of…
This morning, life woke me up at 3:00 a.m. I was not mad. I felt good. Each day I have been in Medellín, I have…
Something I have not experienced in quite a while is how lovely it can be to get to know the person sitting next to me…
Listening to a neighborhood wake up has always been one of my very favorite parts of traveling in other countries. I’m sure if it weren’t…

I’m Christi, and I have been writing, well, since I learned to write as a little girl. I learned in my 40’s that writing saves lives and sanity, and that is exactly why I am still here.