“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…
>Inauthentic. Disingenuous. That is what I am afraid of being. Yet it seems that our everyday lives are carefully constructed to encourage inauthenticity. Countless numbers…
>although it should have no effect on me at all, that the office worker who had no idea i was around today felt that it…
>I am listening to a song of this name on Keith Urban’s new CD Be Here. It’s a good one. If I were dating someone,…
>does it drive anyone else crazy when people write “etc.” like this: “ect.”? not the same. i just made some chocolate chip-pecan cookies that resulted…

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.