Author Archives: sabrinisays

Perspective is a funny thing, an intriguing thing, and I love how once a shift is made, all is new again. I spent last night helping dear friends paint like mad women! New carpet is going in today, and we wanted the painting completed lest there be any potential for drips. She was concerned she’dContinue reading “A Shift”

I’ve started and stopped, typed and deleted and shed more tears than I had planned, for it only being 10:45am on a Tuesday morning. How many instances are there in your life where you can point to that exact moment, and know that your life was changed forever? For me, and it feels like theContinue reading “3 + 1 = Remembrance”

Special days are hard, especially the first. I know this, and as such, I tried to prepare ahead of time. I’m wearing blue and white, the closest I’ll get to wearing Giants colors, and it’s considered work appropriate. I compiled a playlist of songs that both remind me of you and that hold special meaning,Continue reading “Happy Birthday, Lewis”

A couple weeks back, I was talking with “The Wiper Fluid Guys” about how I had been fighting the urge to go sit by the river, and the cold was putting a damper on my plans.  We’d just gotten a few inches of snow, and we talked of how beautiful the mountains are with theContinue reading “Turbulence”

For about three years, I had a rose quartz heart key chain on my keys.  It seemed to be a perfect counterweight to the rest of my keys, and every time I saw it, I smiled.  Ever since I was a little girl, and especially since the passing of my Grandpa, I’ve had an affinityContinue reading “Friendship and Glue”

This morning on my way into work, I smiled at the horizon as it slowly began to glow. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky, which meant that the yellow faded into a light blue, which was evenutally lost in the darker sky and stars shown brightly. This was in stark contrast to yesterday’s morningContinue reading “Lost in the clouds”

I knew when I woke on Wednesday that there was going to be a heaviness to the day, funerals tend to have that affect. If I’m being honest, it’s not the funeral itself that gets me, rather it’s the weight of the emotions of everyone gathered… or so I thought. When Lewis passed away aContinue reading “Mr Joe and Wiper Fluid”

*Originally penned October 27, 2020* It’s been a week, a week of wandering around in a dazed dream, hoping to wake up. It’s been a week of heavy hearts and a lack of words, because I know that putting words to it, makes it real, and I’m not ready for that. I don’t think weContinue reading “Because he cared.”