Author: sarah

I never thought I’d run into my high school teacher in the middle of the farmers’ market on a random Saturday morning, but fate has

When my father passed away, it felt like someone had quietly pulled the world out from under me. His death wasn’t dramatic or unexpected—he slipped

I spent most of my adult life thinking I was pretty unshakable. Fifty-eight years old, three grown kids, three decades of marriage, and a career

The Sunday crowd at Murphy’s Diner was already buzzing when Walter Reed walked in, his old flannel shirt neatly pressed, his jeans clean but worn

I gave my grandfather a pillow with my late grandmother’s photo printed on it because I wanted him to have something soft to hold after

“Have you ever seen twenty dollars all crumpled up … ?” the woman asked her husband. “No”, replied her husband. She gave him a lingering,

My son Caleb was twelve when the world asked more of him than any child should ever have to give. It started on a quiet,

Thanksgiving is supposed to feel warm. Mine started with a spreadsheet, a boss threatening to fire anyone who dared look at the clock, and ended