My Mother’s Day this year was rough. I know that for many, the day is a time of sorrow due to grief, estranged relationships, and infertility. I by no means take for granted my splendid mother and my healthy son. But the day was not all rainbows and cupcakes, and if the events that unfolded... Continue Reading →
I’m going to use such gems as “fart” and “puke” and tie it all together with a literary quote from Virginia Woolf. Classy, huh? Imagine a young, newly married woman going to visit her in-laws in their spacious home. That was me. My husband and his parents were in the living room, and I wandered... Continue Reading →
Each year in North Carolina, when the southern sun broils the air you breathe and the oversized mosquitoes swarm thick, that’s our cue to pack up every inch of space in our car and make the 800-mile trek back home to New York. We spend about six weeks staying with my in-laws. (It’s not as... Continue Reading →
Hello! I’m Sarah, and I am a writer. I’m leaving the cozy safety of my own solo Writers Anonymous meeting and going public. In my circles, I’m known as a multitasking housewife, a school PTA volunteer, a nonprofit board member, a church parishioner, and a mom to a seven-year-old, rambunctious boy. So I wear a... Continue Reading →
