Author: Sarah

  • A Spider in the Room

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    Last night after I asked my son to get into his pajamas, he called out to let me know that there was a spider in his room. I was in the middle of washing a dish, so I finished up before going to investigate.

  • Ghostly

    Am I here?Am I there?Am I anywhere?Liminality is all I know these days.In between everywhere I stand.I don’t feel solid in any setting.Work. Home. Car.Librarian. Proctor. Tech intern. Chauffeur.The only solidity is rare human contact.Hugs from my son.

  • In between times

    In between times

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    I used to enjoy in between times. Seek them out even. These days are a drag. A never ending drag. It is so much easier to be allowed to focus on one thing. If I could figure out a lifestyle that allowed me to homeschool my child, I would never do it the way the…

  • Why I’m not at work today

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    Short answer – mental health and self love Longer answer – I need to take a day off and show myself some quiet love to be a healthier person. The fact that I feel the need to justify it, is part of the problem.

  • Bye, Bye June

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    It’s the third of July and I am relishing the couple more hours of quiet time I have before picking up my child from day camp. I always hope to have the energy to write at night, but I haven’t felt that recently. Just a whole lot of stress about working with the public during…

  • First day of camp

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    Monster trucks, magnets, and dinosaursAnd a new friend named Matthew.A few tears shed in the morning from missing MomWere replaced by sneaky smiles in the afternoon.Green slime residue found on upper armsCame off with relative ease in the evening.And Mom had a great day too.

  • Tapestry update

    My mantra of the week is “life is experimentation”. And my first attempt at a woven tapestry is exactly that – an experiment. It is coming along ever so slowly, but it is coming along. Already it looks different than I thought it would when I began. But that’s alright. I imagine it might be…

  • Raw

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    Things have been so hard, so hard. And yet, and yet, and yet… I know I have so much to be grateful for – it’s just hard for me to see. It’s always been much easier for me to see what is not going right rather than what is going right. I need to start…

  • Mental Struggles

    I know that playing is good for kids and adults. I also know that adults play vastly differently than kids. I know that how we feel about our time together is more important than the details of what we do.

  • So I picked up my loom this week

    Yesterday I added to the tree: And today I went a bit further: Little by little it’s coming into being. Just getting a few rows in feels like a huge accomplishment.