In hindsight I have so many questions for my former self. Why did you, former Sarah, take so long to start writing? Why didn't you start using anti-aging face cream sooner? And why oh why did you sit in that suffering place for so damn long?
I'm currently sitting by myself reading a Sunday NYT and drinking iced coffee. There is free wi-fi and all the children here belong to other people. It's air-conditioned and there is an endless supply of twizzlers and US Weekly mags. What is this heaven I speak of? Why, I'm at my regional airport, about to… Continue reading (People seriously hate this place?)
Because it is a bit addictive isn't it, seeing the stream of horrors? Nobody wants to admit they are the type of person to peak at car accidents, but we all do it. You know, just to see if everyone is ok even though we know OF COURSE THEY ARE NOT OKAY THEY JUST CALLED JAWS OF LIFE. WHO ARE YOU FOOLING?! Panic. I need to not feed into it. What are you feeding?
Ooof. If I read one more apocalyptic think piece I'm going to lose it. Self-care! Self-care! Self-care!
I have a confession. It turns out i am a human. Who is flawed. And (gulp) imperfect. There's something about the holidays that just leaves me feeling raw and vulnerable. I am sure I am alone in this. I am sure no other flawed, imperfect human struggles this time of year! Let me tell you… Continue reading Welcome to Humans Anonymous!
Me at the beginning of holidays: Me at the end: I am spent. I have nothing more to give. This morning I sat and stared at my keyboard with nothing to say. Hence the cat memes. Time to fill my proverbial cup. Books, tea, music, and blessed peace and quiet! Save
The neighbor's pine tree was removed today. It stood several inches away from our property line. But it felt like my tree. The large crew of workers cheered when the tree came crashing down but I stood and cried. Oh I had plans, all internal mind you, to talk to our neighbors about my their tree. They told… Continue reading The Pine Tree (But it’s Not About the Tree)
I overrode all the negative chatter and I went to my happy place: T.J. Maxx. I slowly wandered the store with my short cart, no child in tow, no husband, just me and a coffee, sniffing candles and perusing sale racks. I realize it is consumeristic and a bit ridiculous to claim that T.J. Maxx is my happy place. And I assure you, when I was in labor with my daughter I was not envisioning the quiet, fluorescent-lit aisles as I breathed through a contraction. But T.J. maxx and its aisles of storage bins, linen sprays, and laundry baskets was just what the doctor ordered. I got handy-dandy containers to organize my pantry. Bins that hold canned goods! A cute little container for your sponge and scrubber that suctions to the side of the sink.
Today I'm savoring my cup of coffee today more than ever. First of all I have a cross breeze flowing through my house. It is glorious. I opened the back doors to the lanai and the fresh air is tickling my toes! Oh it is a sight to behold. It is officially the time of… Continue reading Pour me some hot water and get me a lemon! Change is in the air.
Every window in my house is currently steamed up. (No, it's not what you think! Jeesh, don't make me blush.) The reason? I live in Florida. It is summer. The humidity is higher than Donald Trump's bangs. I just returned home to this heat from vacation in the cool, humidity-free Northeast. No matter. I am loving… Continue reading Facing Anger (And Reluctantly Admitting My Husband Was Right)