“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…
I remember once, when I was visiting my hometown — I don’t recall which phase of my nomadic life I was in, so I don’t…
Music has been a lifeline for me since forever. I remember my Dad singing “Joy To The World” to me when I was a little…
I went to a concert this week. A full-blown, internationally-recognized touring artist at one of the world’s most amazing venues. And I cried. Nay, sobbed.…
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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.