Words Fail Me

I sit here staring at this blank page of cyber-paper, trying to leach words from its milky surface, only to ultimately be denied.

You Know It Makes Me High When You Turn Your Love My Way

A totally unexpected surprise can make an otherwise crappy day shine.

If (When) I Find It, I'll Post It Here

Somehow during the course of my move, I've lost (or, perhaps, only misplaced) the notebook with this entry in it.

If (When) I Find It, I'll Post It Here

Somehow during the course of my move, I've lost (or, perhaps, only misplaced) the notebook with this entry in it.

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).

From Beyond The Veil

I think that if I knew in advance that I was about to die I would use Blogger's new Schedule A Post feature to leave a message for my family and friends a week after my death.

Happiness Is A Blank Page Waiting To Be Filled

There is a delightfully simple pleasure in the physical act of writing that cannot even begin to be emulated by writing on the computer: the scratch of the tip of the pen against the grain of the paper, the scent of the ink, the minute motions of the fingers and hand...