“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…
> Uploaded with plasq‘s Skitch! Here’s my kid. Isn’t he fabulous? I cannot believe it’s been so long since I’ve posted a new entry here.…
>Seriously? has it been almost two years since I wrote on here? Embarrassing. Of course, in those two years, Chris and I have bought a…
>Famously, the willow tree is able to bend and give and twist and not break. I am not willowy. There, I admitted it. I am…

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.