Hi.

I'm Sarah, a Seattle- based writer, artist, yogi, dog-lover and outspoken feminist. I like books, wine, and gray days. Hope you'll stay and hang out for a while!

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Once again, a new year is upon us. Chances seem fresher, possibilities seem endless. We make lists, we daydream, we focus. We face the next three long months of winter with a kind of stony resolve, determined to achieve goals and greet challenges head-on. If you're anything like me, it's possible you broke out a brand-new journal to scribble in, because continuing with the one from yesterday seems bleak, and a fresh start feels better. (Mine is gray Moleskine, in case you're wondering - and I'll bet you're not surprised).

Many, many of the people I love had a difficult year in 2014. There were a lot of Facebook posts over the course of the past few days alluding to the relief of a new year, and I won't lie - I'm one of those people. My year wasn't bad - it had a lot of shiny moments. But it was difficult and it felt like a slog at many points. I'm thankful for the good things 2014 brought, but even more ready for a (hopefully) stronger year ahead. 

I have a lot of wishes on my list for 2015, but at the very top of the stack is pursuing this crazy, sometimes impossible-seeming dream of making my writing a thing. To all of you who spent even a slice of your past year with me, and with this website, thank you. I promise you, I will be working very hard to give you many reasons to stick with me this year.

Happy new year, everyone.

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