Speaking your truth is the most powerful tool you have.
IT SEEMS SO SIMPLE, RIGHT? And yet, there I was again, yelling like a shrew at my family this past weekend. All sleep-deprived and self-righteous. (I always become the self-righteous martyr when I'm parenting from an empty cup...look at me, sacrificing for ALL OF YOU, NONE of you whom seem to appreciate my greatness! LOL. NOT A GOOD LOOK FOR YOU, SARAH.)
Pass the coffee.
Do I want to write about how grateful I am for safe drinking water, cool air and hot food? (Very.) Do I want to write about but there for the grace of God go I?
I want to keep my hands busy and create something, anything. I want them to work like a spider creates a web and cast a net of protection across everyone I love. I'm safe and yet I can't help but think of my neighbors, my friends, and even the strangers who sought water along with… Continue reading How to survive a hurricane
The silver lining is that our dream of a BBQ tour of the south is becoming a reality.
Sure am glad I didn't dawdle getting to the airport and while running late accidentally park my rental car in the wrong return lane and be told I have to go inside to fix it, only to find out that no I need to go back outside to get a slip from the very chatty car… Continue reading Final boarding call.
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?)
Such an odd but lovely morning. I made scones but forgot the salt. Oh well. They were still pretty satisfying. But then my kid asked if I forgot the sugar. Goodness no I did not forget the sugar -- these are scones not muffins, child! And then we were late for the annual July 4th… Continue reading a slow and saltless day