Author: Sara Wright

Morning’s motion sickness arrives while running with frozen fingers in the 17-degree dawn. But then, my fingers warm. Then, the sun comes out. I may not only live, but enjoy this. Panic sets in when my fingers ache and burn with...

And now for something completely different. I often write beginnings of stories, and this is one. I’m toying with the idea of publishing them together in a book called “A Thousand Beginnings” or maybe...

I’ve had my first hot cup of Earl Grey tea and a piece of toast slathered in Justin’s Maple Almond Butter. Wellbeing purrs through my veins. I’m at last accustomed to our granite table now, with its odd height and brown shiny...