“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…
>Fairly certain that the grammar in that title is Spanglish, at best. It is Sunday of the first full weekend I have been home, and…
>i have just returned from having lived in san miguel de allende, guanajuato, mexico, since june 27th, 2004. talk about culture shock. i had an…
>Good lord at staying out toda la noche. But I was not the only one, ¡Gracias a Dios! Sarah got home at 0800 hours and…
>January 30, 2004 I just surveyed the contents of my refrigerator/freezer, and I came up with this: in the bottom half — one bag of…

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.