“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…
>as fate would have it, the teaching topic at church this morning was “community”. but not just any kind of “community”. “authentic community”. the best…
>my brother and i are giving a little cocktail party tonight. last night, i went to purchase the little finger foods that will be placed…
>it’s pre-6:00 a.m. on december 14th, and that means that all those years ago, i had just come into the world. 5:33 a.m., to be…
>(each of the “it’s about time” installments are the result of my mostly attentive note-taking during recent messages delivered by jeff kinkade at my church).…

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.