“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…
>It’s Christmas day, and I feel like I have been celebrating for six weeks already. Our family is a little more disjointed than ever, and…
>So I just left a fun little office party hosted by a friend of mine. And I was delivered two tickets to see Dolly Parton…
>is fairly accessible to someone who really desires to get to know it. i make it available, honestly and sincerely, and the people who are…
>is the worst fear of all. I slept all the way to 8:54 am today. i woke up, made some Ibarra hot chocolate, some oat…

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.