“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…
>Yesterday, I was reminded of this beautiful song that I first loved a long time ago. It has been recorded by several artists, but my…
>I am supposed to start journaling this week, as a part of my Spiritual Life class. I should have started before now, but I was…
>So, most of you probably know that I have started work on a Masters Degree in Counseling at the University of North Texas. I had…
> Dear Santa, I am writing for the second time in thirty years to just say, ‘hey’. Well, not exactly. People keep bugging me, asking…

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.