Author: Sara Wright

I don’t want to have to work!” I heard a part of me yell this morning for perhaps the millionth time. Over the years, I have related to this voice in myriad ways. I have told her to suck it up. I’ve pummeled her over the head...

Our new thick brown dog keeps getting up from resting to follow me when I do something mundane, like refill my tea or grab another handful of dark chocolate chips. “Sweetie, I know it’s hard to trust that we’re as boring as we...

I wish I could tell you there’d be a better version of me coming out next week, and that that would be that me you’d want to follow/subscribe to/friend/ love, etc. But that’s not how this whole sharing thing works. Thanks to...