“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…
> That’s Lori Kay Lorenz on the left (friend since the wombs) and my sister Tara Evers on the right. My sister, Karyn Wright, could…
> I am certain that Emily Post would turn over in her grave if she actually saw me sliding out of my chair this way…
> My Angelina Jolie Pillow Lips were starting to deflate at this point thanks to Benadryl
>So. It’s Oscar night. Unlike in many years past, I am not sitting clustered around the television with all my movie-loving friends, vying to win…

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.