Sunday was a sun day, the warmest we’ve had in a while. After buying cat litter in the morning and enjoying the taste of the warmth in my too heavy coat, my face getting even hotter with the cotton mask I had made for myself. Once I got home I walked around my block, which …
I’d heard a lot of good things about Jess Kidd’s Things in Jars on Goodreads despite not hearing much outside of it. And I don’t know why I haven’t, the book is absolutely amazing and a must-read for fans of mystery with a dash of supernatural.
I still have my New Year’s jar from 2019 filled and unopened on the shelf by my bed. I was too lazy to open it on New Year’s Eve, I wasn’t nostalgic enough to want to look back at the past year. But quarantine has made me nostalgic for the stupidest things: for grocery shopping …
“Are you making the same thing I am?” the woman asked me at Fabricland six-feet away. I was still getting used to the distance, to projecting; to reminding myself that I wasn’t being rude talking to someone from a distance. “No, I want to make some scrunchies.” I told the woman while holding two packs …
Before this, I’d never listened to an audiobook before. I’m very old school with my reading and don’t hate on others who use e-readers or audiobooks to read, literature has become much more accessible and available to people and I’m all for it. But since all the libraries have been temporarily closed down and part …
I go grocery shopping once a week now, not that I did it that often before but now, as the only not at risk person in my house, I do these errands. It isn’t a toll or anything, it just requires some more planning on shopping per week, knowing what to pick up and when, …
“‘How did this happen to me?’ Then I realize something, a truth lodged inside me, not the telling. ‘My parents would never have agreed to this.’ ‘You were an organ donor right? I remember reading that the first to upload were organ donors. That would make sense. You’re nearly first-gen. Maybe your parents didn’t even …
“If you ever have chance to bear witness to a dying world, don’t,” (Albert 115). It’s been two years since I read Melissa Albert’s debut The Hazel Wood and for the most part I enjoyed it. I’m a sucker for fairy tales, the darker the better and Albert was able to keep the tropes and darkness …
Many months ago (okay, it was January, but it seems like longer than that right?) I joked that last weekend was going to be the “weekend of Sarah.” I rarely put attention on myself, but last weekend was supposed to be the HamilTEN Festival when The End of July was supposed to premiere as well as a …
“‘I love you, Bunny.’ I quietly prayed for the hug implosion all year last year. That their ardent squeezing might cause the flesh to ooze from the sleeves, neckholes, and A-line hems of their cupcake dresses like so much inane frosting…That they would choke on each other’s blandly grassy perfume.” Bunny has been on my TBR …
Sarah O'Connor 