Sarah
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| Interests | I have never particularly enjoyed small talk. My least favorite of the many small talk questions: what do you do? What an odd question. Asking how a person earns their money in order to find the right label for them. He is a doctor. She is a teacher. Defining people by their income source. Some days I find myself with the urge to answer this question quite literally. What do I do? I devour books. I knit scarves, baby sweaters, baskets and bags. I witness every day life in photographs. Capturing on film the simple moments of living: playing with legos, eating lunch, planting flowers, reading the Sunday paper. I bake bread, kneading the dough by hand so I can carry the sweet, yeasty scent on my fingers for the rest of the day. I sleep outdoors, counting the light of fireflies and stars. I care for my three-year-old boy. We color with sidewalk chalk, read Curious George, sculpt with play-doh, and at the end of the day I kiss his curly, sweaty hair and sing Freight Train and You are my Sunshine. I build campfires on the beach and talk with my best friend until the night is so pitch black you can no longer see the ocean just a few yards away. The sound of the waves crashing fills the silence while we let our minds wander. I climb trees, wander through forests and walk barefoot in lake Michigan. I witness the final days of people’s lives. I sit on their beds and read Newsweek and The New Yorker knowing they will not live long enough to watch these current events play out. I hold their hand, look at their photographs, and play board games. I honor their lives and experiences, and if I am lucky, I hold their stories. This is what I do. |
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