“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…
>So, I have been forced to acknowledge something that I always know but always seem to forget. I internalize stress. Not every time, mind you.…
>I am sleepy. I had to drive to and from Marshall to visit with my Dad and the lovely ladies who are putting together the…
>We decided to have our reception at the church as well. It will be in a separate building, a big ol’ building with fabulous audio/visual…
>So, the firethroat was, in fact, strep throat, which in all of my years, I have never had. And now I have. May it be…

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.