“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…
> Atticus June/July I cannot believe this little punkin is about to be two years old, or as he would say, in answer to your…
>Haven’t thought of this word in a long time, but a friend used it yesterday, and it sparked interest. Interesting — there are some aspects…
>So we are missing our 5th day of school this year today for inclement weather today. Crazy. Concerned about what this is doing to my…
>Three days. Inside. Not counting the morning I spent slurping water up off the garage floor after the hot water heater kicked the bucket and…

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.