“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…
>Raise your hand if you are sick and tired of hearing about me and my hives outbreaks! Seriously. They are back. Again. I am not…
>Well, it’s been one month since the big day, and we are both still alive! I know, that sounds like it should have been at…
>Let it be known that, from this point forward, every entry that I write will officially be written because I am trying to avoid doing…
>Yes, that is correct. I called yesterday to check on the status of alterations on my wedding dress, and after asking me to spell my…

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.