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Glimpses of Sara

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My dad walked me down the aisle and gave me away, despite my bird's nest hairdo.
My dad walked me down the aisle and gave me away, despite my bird’s nest hairdo.
Me and my poison ivy--not thrilled with each other even a week after it appeared.
Me and my poison ivy–not thrilled with each other even a week after it appeared.
Proud mama and her baby boy
Proud mama and her baby boy
So it poured rain the day of commencement, which meant it was a bad hair day. But it was a great day with my new, old friends anyway!
So it poured rain the day of commencement, which meant it was a bad hair day. But it was a great day with my new, old friends anyway!
That would be me.... and, yes, I am smiling behind the mask.
That would be me…. and, yes, I am smiling behind the mask.
A selfie of my mother and I on my last visit.
A selfie of my mother and I on my last visit.
Stainless steel frames with progressive, no-line bifocal lenses that are photochromatic and have a premium oleophobic anti-reflective coating for a mere $136.26 shipped to my mailbox in two weeks or less. Zenni, you should hire me to advertise for you.)
Stainless steel frames with progressive, no-line bifocal lenses that are photochromatic and have a premium oleophobic anti-reflective coating for a mere $136.26 shipped to my mailbox in two weeks or less. Zenni, you should hire me to advertise for you.)
(When you're not great at shooting selfies while driving, transform them into sketches.... ) While I did ask my son how I looked before I left for my first day on the job, I didn't think about shooting a photo -- until I reached my first STOP sign. I look more happy than anxious. :)
(When you’re not great at shooting selfies while driving, transform them into sketches…. ) While I did ask my son how I looked before I left for my first day on the job, I didn’t think about shooting a photo — until I reached my first STOP sign. I look more happy than anxious. :)
Adam and I a mere six years ago...
Adam and I a mere six years ago…
Stars upon thar driver licenses...
Stars upon thar driver licenses…
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My mom with my son Adam and me on Mother's Day 2012.
My mom with my son Adam and me on Mother’s Day 2012.
My son after his final performance in "Beauty and the Beast." He played both a beast and a prince perfectly... just like in real life. :)
My son after his final performance in “Beauty and the Beast.” He played both a beast and a prince perfectly… just like in real life. :)
Me, this morning, with the trusty float destined to save me from all the denizens of the deep -- and the shallows.
Me, this morning, with the trusty float destined to save me from all the denizens of the deep — and the shallows.
My mom and I when we visited the butterfly museum last summer.
My mom and I when we visited the butterfly museum last summer.
Actually, I was holding the pitchfork, and I wasn't smiling...
Actually, I was holding the pitchfork, and I wasn’t smiling…
Temporarily pouting, but permanently enlightened!
Temporarily pouting, but permanently enlightened!
Spontaneous selifes by way of illustration: The two on the left were done with modern technology, me looking at what would be the mirror image WYWIWYG. The right one, quasi modern, digital smartphone camera but holding it as I would a traditional camera.
Spontaneous selifes by way of illustration: The two on the left were done with modern technology, me looking at what would be the mirror image WYWIWYG. The right one, quasi modern, digital smartphone camera but holding it as I would a traditional camera.
Loving being with my husband
Loving being with my husband
My friend Robena and I took a selfie prior to embarking on the Dash for Diabetes 5K Saturday morning.
My friend Robena and I took a selfie prior to embarking on the Dash for Diabetes 5K Saturday morning.
Daughter-in-love and mother-in-love. :)
Daughter-in-love and mother-in-love. :)
The fun before the storm... Little Orange Riding Hood and her sister Trish with unruly, not overly photogenic or cooperative football fans in the background. Did these people not feel the raindrops splashing around us? This was the weekend before the Nightmare with Coughin' began...
The fun before the storm… Little Orange Riding Hood and her sister Trish with unruly, not overly photogenic or cooperative football fans in the background. Did these people not feel the raindrops splashing around us? This was the weekend before the Nightmare with Coughin’ began…
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What If You Fail to Be Who You Thought You’d Be?
Christian life, dementia, grief, memories

What If You Fail to Be Who You Thought You’d Be?

This post is about friends who help us to be the person we’d like to be, told through my experiences with both failure and grace. Continue reading What If You Fail to Be Who You Thought You’d Be?

The final shade of death: She doesn’t have Alzheimer’s anymore!
Christian life, grief, memories

The final shade of death: She doesn’t have Alzheimer’s anymore!

On writing a eulogy for my mother “Well, Tal,” I had said at my mother’s memorial service, “Maybe she’ll forget.” … Continue reading The final shade of death: She doesn’t have Alzheimer’s anymore!

Shades of death: When you lose a loved one to Alzheimer’s disease
dementia, family, grief, memories

Shades of death: When you lose a loved one to Alzheimer’s disease

When you lose someone by Alzheimer’s, you lose her progressively. Both you and the one you love experience shades of death. Continue reading Shades of death: When you lose a loved one to Alzheimer’s disease

A grandmother is born — again
grandparenting, humor, memories, parenting

A grandmother is born — again

I had missed the birth of my first grandchild, and I was determined to be as present as possible for … Continue reading A grandmother is born — again

Hurricane Irma and the hours without power
Hurricane Irma, inspiration, memories

Hurricane Irma and the hours without power

I returned to work after Hurricane Irma feeling a bit worse for wear but was humbled by hearing the experiences … Continue reading Hurricane Irma and the hours without power

My baby turns 21 today
family, humor, memories, parenting

My baby turns 21 today

Parenting is a full-contact sport, a risky business, an often thankless task, and my greatest joy and still-in-progress accomplishment. Continue reading My baby turns 21 today

As a result of her death, the missing begins
family, grief, humor, memories

As a result of her death, the missing begins

She will miss wrinkles and arthritis, her daughters marrying, her grandchildren growing, and getting old with her husband. And we will all miss her. Continue reading As a result of her death, the missing begins

It’s official: His death was a lifetime ago
Christian life, grief, memories

It’s official: His death was a lifetime ago

Had he lived, he would have celebrated his 50th birthday this year. As of today, he has been dead more days than he’d been alive. Continue reading It’s official: His death was a lifetime ago

Delight in the opposition…
Christian life, inspiration, memories

Delight in the opposition…

My friend’s husband was in the midst of an ugly political race. To encourage her, I shared my son’s perspective: Delight in opposition. Continue reading Delight in the opposition…

A matter of perspective…
family, humor, memories

A matter of perspective…

I couldn’t help but feel sorry with him for the years he had wasted. And recognize my own years wasted on insecurities, when I might have simply chosen a different frame. Continue reading A matter of perspective…

The Scrooge of summer…
humor, July 4th, memories

The Scrooge of summer…

Ah, the 4th of July, when you celebrate in hot, buggy humidity along with everyone else and their brother’s vehicle on the road. Yay. Or bah humbug. Continue reading The Scrooge of summer…

He is my brother still…
family, life, memories

He is my brother still…

I was content with an “out of sight, out of mind” relationship with my brother — until he broke his neck. Continue reading He is my brother still…

Was this an unredeemable moment?
gym life, humor, memories

Was this an unredeemable moment?

What kind of person can leave behind a tampon in a shower? Did it fall out, unnoticed? (Not bloody likely.) Continue reading Was this an unredeemable moment?

Black Friday matters…
humor, life, memories

Black Friday matters…

In years past, I hustled to Walgreens on Thanksgiving morning with the sole purpose of buying a local newspaper — … Continue reading Black Friday matters…

Turkey trauma: Me, myself and my memories…
family, humor, memories

Turkey trauma: Me, myself and my memories…

Am I the only one on American soil who isn’t thankful for Thanksgiving? The turkey cooks my goose every year as … Continue reading Turkey trauma: Me, myself and my memories…

humor, life, memories

When furniture shows your age…

When you have lived in one house for years and years, you don’t need much in the way of furniture. … Continue reading When furniture shows your age…

The end of the twin era…
humor, life, memories

The end of the twin era…

I always wanted twins until I got four children at one time. When I was young, I played with my … Continue reading The end of the twin era…

family, humor, memories

How our Mitsubishi van became blue…

As I was entering my daughter’s new-to-her minivan yesterday, I noticed something. “Ah! It has a sunroof,” I stated. It … Continue reading How our Mitsubishi van became blue…

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