MUSINGS ON LIFE AND WRITING WITH SARAH BUCKLEITNER
(Written April 2021) Life feels very hard right now. Both on the small scale, and on the large scale. We're coming off of three days of little sleep, with a sick kid who has alternated between lethargic, screaming, and hyperactive. Linden had to go to the ER this weekend, and I couldn't come, because of … Continue reading No Particular Wisdom
Tomorrow will mark one month since the newest member of our family, baby Hollis, was born. When Linden was born, we went simple--we packed our bags with the bare minimum, and forewent many of the items that were listed as necessary on the hospital bag lists that I found. This time around, we knew what … Continue reading Hollis and the twinkly lights
Some photographic highlights from June and July of this year: sleepy pets, breakfast in pajamas, blueberry picking, cousin time, a deer friend, a couch-full of wonderful women, and cute kids in meadows.
Starting off with a socially-distanced trip to Florida with Grandma and "Baba." This is how this day will always look in my memories: soft, pastel, centered on this small human's joy. Together in the vastness of the ocean Seashell collecting A most beloved Baba Sunset beach ballet Curve of the waves, light on his spine … Continue reading May 2021
You know that annoying song they make you sing in preschool, "Make new friends, but keep the old, one is silver and the other's gold"? I'm here to report, after 27 years of observation and assessment: the annoying song is right. Old friends are gold. So here's a tribute to one of my oldest and … Continue reading On Old Friends
What do you want out of life? For me, the answer to this question has always been small and big at the same time. I don't want a mansion. I don't want a big, shiny car. I don't want to be president, or to walk on the moon, or even to be anyone's boss. I … Continue reading On A Small, Good Life
[I realized recently that most of my posts follow a particular, positive format. In each one, I move from uneducated to educated. Unenlightened to enlightened. Sad to happy. Mournful to hopeful. But not all of life can be a lesson. And not all of life has a happy ending. This post is one that I’ve … Continue reading On Remembering My Mom
[Written about two weeks after L was born. Warning: this post is kinda graphic. Like mucus-plug graphic. Read at your own discretion] I’m sitting here with a snoring baby on my chest. He is warm and soft and heavy—the sort of soft, warm, heavy that is meant to be snuggled close. It’s one of the … Continue reading On Giving Birth
Being a parent is not what I expected. The word parent is so boring. So blasé. Commonplace, even. Before becoming one, I pictured ill fitting jeans, responsibility, and the exhaustion of serving up mundanity to my children day after live-long day. As far as words go, parent was the opposite of romance in my brain. It was … Continue reading On the Sweeping Emotions of Parenthood
When I was growing up, I loved to ask my parents questions about their lives. I was curious about everything: how they'd met. What adventures they'd gone on before we were born. If they knew they'd get married the first time they laid eyes on each other. Mostly, I was fascinated by their stories. But … Continue reading On the best day of my life
Feathery Thoughts 