“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…
>spring break 2005 1,348 miles into the journey. somewhere on I-40 west. arkansas, i think.
>am home from the journey. but am too tired and disorganized to really write at the moment. so i am uploading a photo instead. more…
>so i decided yesterday to just kind of go ahead and drive to nashville to see my sister rather than fight the stand-by lists at…
>in THIS world, that is. it is 12:17 am, and i have been asleep briefly tonight once already, but now i am fully awake. i…

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.