The start of a flight is always my favorite part. Anticipation builds. The familiar ding tells us to buckle our seatbelts. The plane taxis down the runway . . . reverse, forward, right, left. And the captain makes his announcement loudly over the intercom: Flight Attendants, prepare for takeoff. The plane picks up speed. In … Continue reading »
There’s a patch of soil between our parking lot and our building. Dead leaves from last fall and twigs and even a little trash cover it like a blanket. This place is far from ideal for a flower to grow. And yet. And yet, among the leaves and twigs and who-knows-what, the glorious collection of … Continue reading »
About a year ago, I bought this box of totally fantastic, golden-with-chocolate-cream Oreo cookies. Psyched doesn’t even begin to describe it. And since my go-to is baking cookies, buying them isn’t part of the normal routine. Not dramatically so, but a little outside my usual. A little outside my comfort zone. We’d lived in our … Continue reading »
Really, I’ve been writing since before I could form words with a pencil. And although I write every single day, both professionally and personally, my tongue can’t always manage to utter that w-word: writer. In the past few years, my career hasn’t looked like what youngster-Sarah would call a real writer. Recently, though, I’ve become … Continue reading »
Eleven days ago, I got a beautiful bouquet from Mr. S. for Valentine’s Day. Loved the flowers. A big, beautiful bouquet wins over many women, yes? But I think I love these flowers more today. Whenever I get fresh flowers, I stick them in one large vase. But as the flowers age, I find myself … Continue reading »
Lent, as usual, snuck up on me. And it’s funny that it did, because I’ve been rather calendar-aware so far this year. Lent itself looks different for so many people, and it’s looked different every season for me too. I’ve had the giving-up-chocolate Lents, the daily-Bible-reading Lents, the completely unrecognized and unaware Lents. So today … Continue reading »
The weekend wasn’t bad. Really, it wasn’t. It was just . . . heavy. The kind of weight that leaves you unable to sleep on a Sunday night, tossing and turning, rotating and re-rotating and rotating the pillow again, as if one slight shift will bring swift sleep. The kind of weight that makes your … Continue reading »
