Tag Archives: Sarah Wolfe

Three Things

Three Things for the Next Generation By Sarah Wolfe. First. Silence.           Your generation does not understand silence. My generation doesn’t really understand silence, either, so don’t feel too badly. We don’t make room for silence, but your generation is inheriting even more noise. iPods and iPhones, FaceBook and Instagram, Twitter and whatever is the […]

Stories: imagination, wonder, and courage

By Sarah Wolfe – first published on The Small Rain on November 22, 2013, as  “He was my first … celebrating anniversaries” and used with her permission. I know that today is the 50th anniversary of the assassination of JFK. I was not personally impacted. I was not born for another 7 years, and I have no […]

Hello Instagram, Meet my Dirty Dishes.

You know those pictures I post of food and of when the house feels warm and cozy and clean?  Those pictures of when I’ve been cooking our favorite meals? Pictures like these: Pictures of when things fall into place and there is a peace that settles on the home. When the home feels more like a […]

3,000 Miles, Snakes and Memories… (part 2)

by Sarah Wolfe. A place that has a special hold on my kids, a hold it had on me when I was a kid. We have had this place in Colorado since I was four years old. When my dad built the house and garage that now stand there, we tore down an old barn […]

3,000 Miles, Snakes and Memories… (part 1)

by Sarah Wolfe.  We began at 4:00 am. We picked our mascot the night before, a giant blue Puffle…a stuffed, well, puff-ball of sorts. We had snacks sorted and we had the cooler with water. We had little surprises wrapped and we had stops planned. I had spent the required hours on Pinterest planning The Road Trip. We planned […]

This is not right, it is not how it should be.

by Sarah Wolfe.  “Can you give me the numbers I need if I want to call you?” “Sure.” I repeated the numbers for the third time. “So, those are the numbers I can use to mail you something?” These are the common conversations with my mother. Repetition. Confusion. She doesn’t know how to spell many […]