My name is Christy Potter. I’m a writer.
Tonight, as I’m looking out at the dark prairie and vast night sky which has a way of restoring my mind to its factory settings, and I’m able to find the joy in all of it.Read More
Wherever we all were and whatever we were all doing yesterday, or last week, or last year, right now we are all here. What a price to pay to be one with each other.Read More
Whenever we find ourselves thinking something that we know is based on past experiences or old habits, we should stop and tell ourselves to change the record.Read More
I don’t know what was going on at the exact 3:45 that my watch stopped, but whatever it was, it had to be better than this.Read More
I think of regrets like hairs in the shower. I think they’re gone, but then things start backing up and the drain is running slow, the tub is slick, and all hell breaks loose.Read More