Falling In Love

“Did we just fall in love?” This is one of my all time favorite statements. Falling in love is exciting, new, adventurous and dazzlingly dangerous.  There’s vulnerability and courage swirled into one as two people question whether or not they truly are compatible. Maybe even whether or not they are soul mates. But behind this... Continue Reading →

Being Yourself Sucks…

BEING YOURSELF SUCKS… That’s what I used to believe. Seriously. I went through MANY years convinced that my personality was from hell. I thought I had just gotten super unlucky, had lost the game of “winning personality” and I felt at a loss of what to do about it. If this was “me” then what... Continue Reading →

The Prison That Crumbled

Maybe you have noticed, or maybe you haven’t, but the direction of my story has  changed so much in the last year. I had been living in a place of victimhood; I felt like I was a victim in my own story, and because I believed that narrative about myself, it really was true. After... Continue Reading →

The Secret Artist

The winds are changing as fall approaches and my heart is singing with the song I grew up believing.  When I was little, I used to wander outside for hours during the craziest rainstorms. Yes, my mother let me. Yes, I’m fine. Angsty and moody, I have always had the soul of an artist. My... Continue Reading →

White Fragility

Hi. My name is Sarah and I am white. I am from a white community. I am from a place that oftentimes fears people of color. Isn't that funny? The same people who enslaved an entire race of individuals are now scared of those exact same people. I am white and I am adopted, which... Continue Reading →

Not So Brave

“They mentioned that you aren’t very good at parking…that it makes sense you haven’t been driving a lot”, Gabe said, as we climbed out of our beat up Volkswagen. We were just getting home from the gym, only then recovering from a session of frustrated bickering. I was already on the verge of anger and... Continue Reading →

Beautiful

It’s 6:45am and I’m up, rolling around in the soft, squishy bed, but feeling restless. I’m either too cold or too hot and I can hear the baby moaning every now and then, which leaves me wide awake. Lemon is downstairs in her den, probably waking soon. Time to get up. My plan is always... Continue Reading →

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