“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…
>Once said a wise man. Named Chris. We talked about this concept shortly after getting engaged. I had told him that I have a tendency…
>And we’re gonna get ma-a-a-rried. How many times did I sit and listen to that song on my Dad’s Bette Midler albums when I was…
> Well, it happened. I turned forty. And nothing stopped working. Nothing fell off. I was not consumed by the earth. On the contrary, it…
>To recap the 2007 list, here are the results: 1. World Market Gift Card — did not get. Totally fine with that. 2. Borders Bookstore…

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.