Hello.

I’m Christie. Sky-gazer, lightning-bug chaser, sea-dreamer, repeat watcher of shows that ended a decade ago, professional procrastinator of putting away clean laundry, reader, writer.

My writing life started with books – whether it was a classic like Little Women, adventures in other worlds like Narnia, or hanging out in Claudia’s bedroom for a Babysitter’s Club meeting (someone pass the candy bars hidden under the bed, please!), I always had a book in hand and probably one waiting next to me, too. I loved hearing other people’s stories and I loved writing my own (and complaining about my little sister, of COURSE) in little diaries that came with their own tiny keys.

Poetry found me somewhere in those childhood years between the psalms, the Robert Frost poem I chose to memorize for a 5th grade assignment (“the woods are lovely, dark and deep, but I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep”) and the haunting lines of Edgar Allen Poe’s Annabel Lee that stayed with me long after the textbook was shut.  

Through all of the years since those childhood days of yore, words have been a steady source of expression and comfort. Writing and reading are still two of the purest joys in my life, ways that I translate and pay attention to the world around me.

Thanks for stopping by and keeping me company for a while. I hope I can learn a little of your story while you’re here!

And did you get what
you wanted from this life, even so?
I did.
And what did you want?
To call myself beloved, to feel myself
beloved on the earth.

― Raymond Carver, Late Fragment