Yes, It’s Me, Sarah & This Is Not Spam

The night he stabbed himself we were at home watching Perry Mason, a part of our nightly ritual. At commercial, he got up from the couch and walked into the kitchen. I assumed he was after his favorite night time snacks, bread and peanut butter, but he returned empty handed and sat back on the

It’s Not Really About Me

I find myself in an all too familiar battle. With me. I’m at a point in my life where I’m unsure of my purpose. Like I said, it’s familiar, but (whiny voice) I hate it! Most people can be satisfied by simply conforming to society and cultural norms. The outline is get married, raise a

My Sweet, Sweet Husband

Yesterday marked two years since my husband left this realm of reality that is our planet, Earth. He is out there now on the ultimate adventure and a part of me is a little jealous. I’m not suicidal or anything, I just am so curious about what is beyond our limited knowledge and understanding of