“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…
last night i went to a flamenco concert. where one is able to see 8,000,000 kinds of talent all at once. the first part of…
>you would think these things would subside. but iguess if you are allergic to smoke and tobacco, youare just going to have to learn to…
>first of all, to July and Bardo…muchas gracias forsending me an actual piece of paper mail. I got ittoday. what a lovely surprise. and so…
>Today at school we had to learn to use various Spanish phrases to express incredulity or surprise. The teacher, Gabriela, made us all write a…

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.