Being a Mom is anything but typical. Enter, Autism. The uninvited dinner guest that has decided to stay for 13 years. Add 3 more little girls to the mix, and the question begs: Has anyone seen my "Normal" laying around? I'd like it back please. I miss it.
Welcome to my schizophrenic blog that seeks to be all things to me. From infertility & miscarriage, to adoption. From feminism, black politics, righteous ranting, humor, recovery and addiction, to my passion for knitting. This is my home. I hope you enjoy your visit.
The moral of life is: There is no fucking plan!
In Improv, one of the things you learn really early on is to
acknowledge and celebrate your failures. It's part of the deal ...
there are times when a group of improvisors are doing something on the
fly, and something goes terribly wrong. Or just becomes awkward. I
think that's part of why audiences love to watch improv. One of the
things we do in class (and its encouraged) is acknowledge that moment
of weirdness, when the action has stopped and the everyone is stuck. If
a scene's a stinker, we very gloriously put our hands above our head,
Hello! My name is Sarah. I live in Brooklyn, New York and like to write. Things I like to write about include: thoughts that happen in my brain (usually while walking to the subway), people that I love, cats that I love, places, food, books and life. This place is a window into my world. Please feel free to peep in from the sidewalk because it's nighttime and I've left the blinds wide open and all the lights are on....more