by Sara Marchessault There is a chest at the foot of my bed. Inside of the chest, on the right-hand side, is a stack of books. They do not have titles on the covers, nor do they have an authors name on the side binding. Most of them have…
by Sara Marchessault It started on a Sunday. We were driving home from Jacksonville (2.5 hours from Tallahassee for non-Floridian readers) when we noticed the car wasn’t slipping into gear, but once we got going, we were fine. Plans were made to drop it off on Thursday…
by Sara Marchessault This one will be short but sweet. Here we are, at the end of the year, December 30th. In two days a brand New Year will begin and we’ll be in the midst of dreaming, intention-setting, and planning all of the wonderful things we’ll…