“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…
>I cannot remember if I wrote a 2002 update last year. I’m thinking probably not, since I couldn’t afford stamps! I started a new and…
>How is it that the word, “marriage” is so terribly close in appearance and pronunciation “mirage”? Is it an accident? A cruel twist? Or a…
>May 17, 2002 WARNING! some of you do NOT want to read this. (specifically, Teshuvah, RAK, and PJW-S) due to subject matter involving killing animals…
Had a fantastic time last night at the dinner cooked by the New York chef. Pork Loin stuffed with almonds and apples and something else.…

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.