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Sara...

  • ...is a happy, ordinary, middle-aged, suburban woman who paints odd pictures, gardens in a straw hat, lives with the love of her life, is owned by one cat and the ghosts of several others, and walks a little funny 'cause she has a fake leg. She started this website because there's more to life than what we lose, and we need to let each other know what's possible, even if it's only a happy, ordinary life.

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    sara at saraarts dot com

    Make sure the subject line of your correspondence is clear and specific. I do not open e-mails from strangers unless I can tell in advance that I want to read them.

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miz_geek

What a beautiful tribute to ramen noodles and the man who invented (created? discovered?) them. They sustained my husband and me through the early years of our marriage, and I still remember them more fondly than I probably should. The world is a strange and interconnected place.

yanub

I was in tears by the end of your post. Thanks for the lift!

melissa b.

AMEN.

Great post, Sara. I have been the recipient of what I needed, when I really needed it, more often than I surely deserve. Ramen is seriously another one of those things I NEEDED to find when I had two babies under two and I'm nursing one of them. I'm amazed we survived it, but thank god for friends, family, and cheap filling ramen.

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