Show Me A Garden That's Bursting Into Life

I miss having a house that I can invite people into.

To Heed Or To Hope?

Memories of the past function as warnings for the future.

I Just Want To Hug Her

Going through old notebooks is like plunging face-first into the mind of a girl going through an amazing array of life changing experiences but is not aware of the long reaching affect they will have on her.

Unblinking

After looking the past directly in the eyes and allowing myself to face whatever reaction I might have to what I saw there, I can honestly say that I regret nothing.

Not For Children

Today, in the playground of my old elementary school, a teenage boy was made to kneel before having a pistol put to the back of his head and the trigger was pulled - sending a single shot into this skull.

Answer: Unadulterated Talent

How does one girl manage to acquire this much stuff over the course of only twenty-four and one half years?

What Was I Thinking When I Wrote This?

It is always strange to run across old notes written to yourself: bits of lyrics scribbled on the back of flyers, to do lists, shopping lists, and doodles - all sent from Sarah-Past to Sarah-Now(Future).

Now I'm So Far Away From You, I'm Naming A Star For You

Running across lyrics jotted down on band flyers tucked into the back of Candide takes me back to a time in my life I'd rather not visit.

Harken Back To Days Of Yore

Walking with a lighted candle through the dimly lit hallways of the Cotton Exchange on a rainy morning makes me feel like I've slipped back in time.

In The Midst Of Mournful Devotions

While dressing for church (the very word feel odd on my tongue) my mind floods with memories of Sunday mornings past: pancakes, the braiding of hair, a dollar in the white envelope, cherry cough drops, and the overwhelming feeling of being out of place.

I Can Hear Her Though The Walls

There is a woman next door who is coughing just like Betty once did.

Oh, To Be Barefoot And Careless Again

I drove by my childhood home tonight and was shocked at how different it is from my vivid, Technicolor memories.

The Days Leading Up To These Were More Important Than Those Which Are Left

She only has a matter of days.

It Has Been A Long Time

The last traces of my sun-and-surf bleached-blond hair are nearing the end of their existence and, once they are gone, I will have no record of my time there.

I Long For The Adaptations That We Have Gained And Lost

Despite the fact that I know that I should be thankful for my highly developed brain, upright posture, and opposable thumbs I find myself feeling somewhat bereft after reading through Planet Earth.

It Is By No Means An Irrational Fancy That, In A Future Existence, We Shall Look Upon What We Think Our Present Existence, As A Dream

Listening to someone speak at great length about one of my favorite historical figures makes him seem more of fiction than fact.

I Read Your Book And I Find It Strange That I Know That Girl And I Know Her World A Little Too Well

The process of cataloging my books is not wholly unlike excavating the site of my youth.

We Must Be Careful About What We Pretend To Be

As I was sitting in my nephew's bedroom, I looked around at his toys and books and realized that I am not nearly as removed from my childhood as I would like to believe that I am.

I Cannot Shed These Tokens Of My Past So Easily

My day, in art.

More Unkindness Than Anyone Should Endure

After revisiting my youth in conversation with her tonight, I've come to the conclusion that she needs to get out there as soon as possible.