“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…
> 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…
>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…

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.