“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…
Friends are one of my favorite topics. Ever. Why? Because I have known so many, and I really cannot imagine what my life would have…
The clock is ticking. The word for the day is “growing.” Growing is going on all around me. My pants are growing too large for…
So, tonight, I am going to my 25th high school reunion. Isn’t that crazy? I’m excited — I just wish my suitcase would pack itself…
Sometime last year, I started reading Kathryn Stockett’s novel, The Help after learning that my friend Candis had read it in two days and loved it.…

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.