“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…
>In the past several years, more than all the previous years combined, I have heard people talk about God’s perfect timing. At first, it sort…
> Since March, which, according to the date of my last entry here, I have been doing other things. Things other than what, you ask?…
>I just ate Wheaties from a wine glass.
>I wonder if I will ever stop thinking that someone, someday, will want to read my life story? I hope not. Because that would 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.