“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…
Shortly after moving to Nashville in 1993, I discovered an artist named Susan Ashton, and I fell in love with her song choices and her…
. Whole. That’s the word, hummingbird. What does it mean to me? In an earthly sense, it brings to mind elusiveness. In a spiritual sense,…
A songwriter friend of mine once wrote a song called The End of the Stillness It is a beautiful song that, for me, is about…
So, through my friend Mary Kathryn’s beauty for ashes blog, I learned about The Gypsy Mama, and she hosts this thing called “5 Minute Friday,”…

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.