life sampling…

Conversation with the lady behind the bakery counter at Wegmans:

Lady: Would you like to try a sample?
Me: Yes, please!
Lady: We have either fruit tarte or chocolate peanut butter mousse tarte…
Me: Hmm… is one better than the other?
Lady: Well, it really depends on your mood. Do you want fruit, or do you want chocolate?
Me: …Really?

(side note, as Donnie astutely noted upon me relaying this interaction: “You knew you were going to go for the chocolate. You were just angling to get her to let you try both…”)

roots & wings

I just learned that my great Aunt Molly, one of my grandfather’s remaining siblings, passed away today.

It took some time to process this information after I received the phone call from my cousin. I would be lying if I said we were particularly close–it has easily been a year-and-a-half since the last time I saw her, since her health began to decline and she went into an assisted living center. Continue reading

thoughts from the train

These are not my usual observations about the regulars that I encounter on the train–these are snippets of stories based on observations, fleeting thoughts, or other little things I’ve been compelled to “write” while commuting (by “write,” I mean text to myself and save in my drafts until I had a chance to do something with them…)

These are rough, scrappy little blurbs, so take them for what they’re worth… Continue reading

e.e. sheenings

I want to preface this by saying that my friends are brilliant, and although I wish there had been more submissions, I’m blown away by the 2 that did come through!

So here’s the back story:

Unless you’ve been living under a rock (and even then), you’ve probably heard about the ongoing implosion of Charlie Sheen. Love him or hate him, his antics and verbose psycho babble ramblings have made for delectable Facebook and water cooler fodder. In one such instance, I decided to post a mash up of my favorite quote as my FB status:

“I have tiger blood and Adonis DNA, motherfuckers.”

From here, numerous friends responded with their favorite Sheenisms, one which included “Can’t is the cancer of happen.” Another friend, Graham, noted that this sounded like a line from an e.e. cummings poem, which I thought was a brilliant and astute observation. This sparked an idea: What is we wrote our own “Can’t is the cancer of happen” poems, in the style of e. e. cummings. Submitters could either chose to focus their poems on the topic of Sheen and his antics, or completely divert from the subject matter while still using that amazing line.

I posted the challenge online, with a prize promised for the winner. Since only 3 of us had enough tiger blood running through our veins to take the challenge (myself, Graham, and Chris M.), I declare us all winners! Gentlemen, if you email me your addresses, I will send you both a special prize.

Follow the jump to read the poems… and if you’re feeling up for the challenge, email me at sara@iamnotajedi.com to submit your sheenism! Continue reading

let the write one in…

Well, blog, I hope this isn’t considered cheating, but I’ve taken up with a new site… this isn’t a replacement for my dear ol’ friend; instead, it’s an extension of my writing endeavors.

My first contribution to When Falls the Coliseum came about a week ago. Friend and writing mentor, Chris, who has a weekly column on the site, suggested I try my hand at writing for it. I was excited, but admittedly nervous — not so much about writing, but about keeping up with the writing. As anyone who reads this site regularly already knows, consistency is not really my strong suite. But I am up for the challenge and am eager to try to quell some better writing habits from this experience and continue to grow as a writer.

Please check out my articles, here, and here, and leave a little love in the comment section. 🙂 Special thanks to all of you who already have!

 

While I’m pimping myself out, I thought I’d share this totally unrelated little gem from a few months back (how quickly time flies!). I’ve been meaning to link to it, but kept forgetting. Anyway, Woobs and I were featured on the local news after attending State of the Union Bingo at the National Constitution Center. Friends have continuously ragged on me for looking pissed while D’s talking, but I was trying to keep with the tone of the conversation!! Should I be smiling while he talks about our friends affected by unemployment?! (Hi Tim!! Hi Parr!!) C’mon, people–I’m sadistic, but not that sadistic!!