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It is spring again. Spring always comes so gradually, then one day I wake up and see leaves on the trees. This was not a hard winter physically, and, compared to many, not a hard winter emotionally. Or perhaps it was; and this time, I was just safe. I am not looking forward to summer,Continue reading

The phone rang early last evening.“Hi, my name is ________ from Houghton College. Can I talk to Sara?”“This is Sara.”“Hi, Sara, I’m calling on behalf of the Houghton College Fund. As you know, we’re…Are you okay?”(Admist much laughter) “Fine.”“Um…well….can we count on you to support your alma mater financially?”I laughed so hard the poor caller finallyContinue reading

Once again, I freaked out for nothing. I received my tax refund, which wasn’t a lot but enough to replenish my bank account, and all is well again. Thank God for medication. (I probably shouldn’t post that on the web, because prospective employers will probably google me, find this, and not hire me. Oh well.)IContinue reading

People who are having a bad day: Me. First of all, I didn’t realize that my old bank would actually close my bank account if there was a zero balance for two weeks. This is an old account I was planning to convert to a savings account, so I had my tax refund direct depositedContinue reading

And all I can think is–it wasn’t supposed to be like this. I’m coming up on the second anniversary of college graduation, and I’m still working at Subway for minimum wage. I’ve been out of college two years, and I’m still living at home with my parents working for $6.75 an hour. Part ofContinue reading

There is absolutely nothing going on in my life that would be even remotely interesting to blog about. My back is bothering me again, but I’m pretty sure none of you want to hear about that. I’m working thousands of hours a week, but that’s boring, too. I want to sleep a lot more. Mostly,Continue reading

…Usually she was the last person to appear in the morning–arriving flustered, handbag open, coat flapping, no makeup, cigarette in hand, some wild story to tell. She hadn’t been to bed until four A.M. She had a whale of a hangover. She’d mixed her booze badly last night. She’d met some guy and on toContinue reading

The Mark and Dan show Starring Keeley and Sara Dan: Keeley, how did we meet? Was it through Mark somehow?Mark: I don’t think so. Keeley: I think, Michelle, maybe?Dan: No, it definitely wasn’t through Michelle. Sara: It was meant to be. Dan: I remember the first night I ever saw you was thatContinue reading

I’m still alive. And, yes, Mark, I know you tagged me. Speaking of Mark Lempke. The other night, while cleaning through some boxes in my attic, I happened across an old tape recorder. I pulled it out, put in new batteries, hooked up some headphones, and discovered that we had taped some of our fakeContinue reading

Excerpt from the weird dream files: First of all, I was driving a Miata, and there was a screaming kid in the car that wasn’t mine. I think it was Jimmy, but whoever it was, it was annoying the bloody heck out of me. I decided that the kindest thing to do would be to findContinue reading