“Did you just spill your drink on the couch?” Papa Ernst peeked around the doorway after a brief eruption of noise came from the living room where I was sitting. Fear seized me. I scooted over just enough to cover the pool of soda that had collected like a sad puddle of oily rain on the … Continue reading Learning the art of mistake-making.
When I was little I wanted to be: A doctor A veterinarian An egyptologist Sarah from Jurassic Park A dolphin trainer (All at various stages, not at once. Don’t worry, I wasn’t that eager.) It’s interesting to look back and consider how life unfolds so differently than what we imagined for ourselves. Perhaps in the … Continue reading Dream a little dream for me.