“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…
On this, the two year anniversary of my precious child’s birth, I came across this website called Nurture Mom. At first glance, it seems amazing.…
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NOTE: at :37 seconds, upon hearing me say, “Do like this (and blow),” he leans forward, almost into the candle and was saying “Mmmm .…
It is easier (at least more fun) when you cakeball with your sister!

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.