If you get squeamish about bodily functions, this may not be the post for you to read. If you are intrigued by statements like that, read on! 🙂 https://sarahcandersen.com/ I was twelve years old. I was in seventh grade. I woke up on Thanksgiving morning, went to the bathroom and right away I knew something… Continue reading Monthly Rhythms
I’m continually amazed by humanity. We can invent things like telephones and apps like Facetime that keep us connected with people from around the world. We can find cures for serious, life-threatening diseases. We can push our bodies to the limits for competitions like the Olympics or Ultra Marathons. We can create songs and artwork… Continue reading A PSA for What Not to Say
“Talk to myself the way I would talk to someone I really love and whom I’m trying to comfort in the midst of a meltdown” (Daring Greatly, pg. 80). I’m trying to follow Brené’s advice (yes, we’re on a first name basis), but it’s hard today. I’m beating myself up. I’m telling myself that I’m… Continue reading This is Self-Care
I typically leave for work early enough to beat the morning traffic, but on this particular morning I had a late start. Because I don’t usually come upon slow downs at my usual time, that morning I didn’t know if the slow traffic was typical or something bigger, like an accident. a different day and… Continue reading Staying in My Lane
I am under no illusion that I can do this alone. By this, I mean, life. I’ve never been a loner. I usually have to talk things out to feel better about whatever it is I’m experiencing — even if talking doesn’t fix it, just getting all of those thoughts outside of my head and… Continue reading Text Me, Please
Where do I want to focus my time on social media?Do I need to separate out my blog and quilting business into two different websites?Who is my blog audience? Is there more than one? If so, do I need to focus on one?How can I get more blog traffic and grow my blog audience? Is… Continue reading Finding Focus — or at least searching for it!
On cloudy days, I don’t know where she is. I lose my bearings. She could jump out at any moment and I wouldn’t have seen her coming. My Shadow. My Shadow lurks around every corner on gloomy days. I never know when she’ll show up or what demons she’ll bring with her. On those days… Continue reading My Shadow
According to my memory, Sunday mornings at my grandparents’ house were always sunny. They were quiet too, which suggests that my memory may not be exact. Although this may not be true, I am certain that it is True. Being the daughter of two preachers, Sunday mornings were usually hectic, for my parents at least.… Continue reading Sunday Mornings
I wrote this in early April as a submission to SheLoves online magazine for the May theme of "Places." My essay wasn't chosen, so I am sharing it here! The inspiration comes from guided meditation offered by Christianne at Bookwifery in preparation for the four-week book planning course I'm currently taking. I also recently took… Continue reading On the Threshold
Because most people who deal with infertility are trying to find alternative ways to get pregnant, I have not found much comfort or solace in that community. I’ve checked out Facebook groups and Instagram hashtags and immediately turned for the other direction. So, it’s not all that surprising that I was unaware of what this… Continue reading Yes, I’m Aware. But, Are You?