About

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My name is Sara.

I grew up on a meadow, in a log cabin, that was heated only by a woodstove.
I helped my Mother throw oak logs through the living room window
to land in a firewood box we kept underneath.
We ground grain by hand to make our bread, and for my twelfth birthday,
I asked for purple ink and calligraphy pen.
I had violet fingers for six months.

My two sisters and I made our clothes and we fell out of trees
and we read enormous books. We had no television
and we once amused ourselves by having a funeral for a cupcake.
I was the grief-stricken next of kin; my sisters, the minister and the pallbearer.

I spent years pretended I was Josephine March
and burned holes in all of my skirts
from sitting too near the fire.

Writing found me at the age of six.

I was home-schooled until I graduated
and wanted to pursue a degree
in teaching English as a second language.
It was my dream to travel to Russia and minister to orphans.
It was my dream to travel, period.

Then as fate would have it, I met a boy named Wolf.

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An inconvenient boy, with a ridiculous laugh,
a penchant for flannel, and a very Jewish mama.
He asked to read my poem book,
(which I carried with me everywhere)
and very soon after asked if he could marry me.

–I like to think this is because of a certain compositional je ne sais qua–

Nine years later, we parent naturally,
using Waldorf and Montessori methods
—grow organic veggies on our porch,
and homeschool our wee ones.
We have three little boys
–whom I’ll call Bean, Sam and Mac –
and a tiny Pixie girl.
Our wee cottage was never meant to house six people.
We are crammed, happy, and there are lots of crumbs on our floor.

We can’t stop thinking of the world outside our four walls.
The world that is so far away and hurting.
So, we tell random people that God loves them.
We buy fair-trade and we recycle everything.
We haven’t used paper napkins in three years
and I upcycle my sons clothes to give to my daughter.

I believe every effort in kindess helps
and every effort is meaningful.

…..My grandmother once told me,
“When you are frustrated with
trying to save the world……
focus on making the spot you’re in beautiful.”

So that’s what we’ll do.

We will embrace each sunshine ray and blade of grass.
We will give thanks for every breath that graces our lips.

This site is where I share my joy with you,
my everyday adventures and happy findings.
Things we love and things that move us.

Here we are, this is us,
and everything is roses.

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Roses and pixiedust.

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