Sarah O'Connor

Writer – Playwright – Cannot Save You From The Robot Apocalypse

I come from a family of walkers. My dad used to be a runner and ran a few marathons before his heart condition, and my mom just liked walking. They taught my sister and I to enjoy it from a young age too, I remember being very young and going to Niagara Falls for a few days during the March Break and walking from our hotel to Clifton Hill and back again nearly every day of our trip, and according to google maps that’s a nearly half hour walk. In December, my sister and I surprised our dad with a day trip to the ROM and we all took the GO Bus down to Toronto and then walked from Union Station to the museum which was a forty minute walk. When I told people that we had walked they were shocked by it, reminding us that there was a subway stop right there that we could have taken instead, but why pay when the walk isn’t really that far? Continue reading

About two years ago I bought myself a tarot deck. I had thought about buying one for a long time, mostly when I was in high school and my beginning obsession with witches was beginning, but good old Catholic guilt got in the way of that. It wasn’t really until a few years ago when Buzzfeed published an article about a tarot card deck that people were getting tattooed on themselves. I was curious; I knew very little about tarot cards aside from the fact that people used them to tell the future and that one of the cards was Death. They were used by fortune tellers on T.V. and usually brought about mystery and disaster with whatever the cards said. Continue reading

I’m not very good at remembering certain things I’ve done; or rather I’m not great at remembering achievements. It’s not that I have a bad memory; it’s actually pretty good (unless it’s remembering people, then its bad). It’s just that I Maybe I just have too high standards for myself, whatever the reason I wanted to write about my 2018 (even though this would have been a better topic last week). Luckily, poor memory or not, I have a memory jar where I collect little slips of what I’ve done throughout the year, so at least I have that to job my memory! Continue reading

In 2017 I had a lot of weird interactions with guys. I know that was a year ago, nearly two now since it’s literally the day before 2019, but they’re memorable nonetheless, and unfortunately relevant in what seems to be an unpredictable never-ending pattern of my life. Continue reading

I was drunk for the first time heading to a club with my sister and our friend. We booked a cab and headed downtown, my friend talking with the cab driver in the front while my sister sat with me in the back. Continue reading

You read that title right, I’M GOING TO BE IN THE HAMILTEN FESTIVAL AGAIN!

You may remember last year that I got accepted into the festival for the first time and about what a great experience and how much fun I had with it. But it’s been about a year since I was first accepted into the festival, so I’ll remind you what it’s about. Continue reading

I think it was early September when I was hanging out with one of my best friends and she asked if my sister and I wanted to go on a trip to Florida with her in December.

Obviously, we said yes. Continue reading

Today is the day I finally start listening to Christmas music. I usually wait until a month before Christmas because I don’t want to get tired of it before the season officially begins. My sister has already started (after Remembrance Day) and I get poked fun at a lot for it, as twins often do. For our differences, for how she can so easily jump into the Christmas Spirit while it seems like I coast on by without a care for the holidays. Continue reading

I’m finding a common struggle among my friends and I recently: we don’t have time for fun, or it seems like we don’t. Most of us are finding jobs with more hours now (if we’re lucky full-time) and find it harder and harder to hang out together or even talk to one another. It seems like all any of us do is work. It’s how we start our conversations, all we’re doing, and the most interesting (and most dull) part of our days. It isn’t necessarily a surprising thing to happen, we grow up, we get jobs, and jobs take up a lot of time. But still, I hate when people ask what I’ve been doing and I realize the only answer I have is work. Continue reading