“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…
>This is the word (non-word) my boyfriend always responds with when he is either still considering what his actual response will be or when he…
>Where have I been? I wish I had taken the time to chronicle it all along the way. I have been enjoying summer with my…
> Ahhhh. Covetousness. I am experiencing it. Every time I go into Macy’s, I sit on this couch. I want it. I must have it.…
> Is good. No, it’s great. I am having a lovely summer — a little travel, to different places, in new ways, with new people.…

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.