“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…
>(click on the title above to see a great photo gallery of the May 2005 mission trip!) my words have been locked up inside of…
> A true moment. A nice summary of many many years of friendship and late-night talks at the Waffle Houses of Music City.
> Here’s a glimpse of the strange duck-age that we encountered at Nick and Rudy’s for a wine tasting. weeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
>that is the best way i can sum up my spring break trip to nashville. in fact, i could actually use it to sum up…

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.