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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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Neil

This is what is great about the internet. Whatever you are looking for, you can probably find. My father was a physical therapist and things would have been so much easier for him if he was able to connect people online to learn about new therapies, etc. Things always make so much more sense when someone has had actual experience using a product or received a treatment himself.

Now, for that woman that paints with her boobs...

Sara

If Art Center or Otis Parsons had offered a course in painting with boobs back in the day, I must confess I probably would have been tempted to take it because I was that frivolous, but I never did see it on the curriculum of either, and anyway, I couldn't have afforded it. We should thank the groves of academe for small favors.

I have heard of men using women as paint brushes, you know, having them roll around in paint and then roll their painted bodies all over big sheets of paper and/or canvas, but I can't remember if that was real or a scene from some ridiculous movie from the '60s. I wouldn't be at all surprised to discover it had happened though, even if what I remember about it isn't journalism.

Interestingly, I have never heard of women using men's bodies the same way.

And yes, Neil, the internet is wonderfully rich with human experience -- and scary, because even though we may not be able to see exactly who is searching for what, being able to see all these diverse search strings, and then click to the full responses generated by each search engine, exposes facets of our fellow humans we might never have dreamed existed -- and might possibly have preferred never to discover! There are many, many search strings I will never dignify with repetition here, because they're just too weird and gross, demeaning and objectifying. Sometimes, though, I send them to my friend Melissa for one of her "Monday morning Google smackdowns." She is very skilled at these.

Hilarity aside, though, as weird as things are on the internet as elsewhere, yes, it is the pooling of knowledge and experience -- and the sharing of real tragedy and real joy -- that makes this whole thing such an enormous gift. Every day, this thing helps people go through disaster, prepare for it, heal from it, get and give help, and also have trivial conversations that just bring us all closer. It is delicious.

Kay

I learned two things here: All about stumps (thanks), and that Sara cannot paint with her boobs. Always good to know, I guess.

Sara

heh heh

It's not that I can't; it's that I've never tried. It simply doesn't seem likely to yield results I'd like well enough for the amount of bother it would entail. However, not knowing what life holds in store, one never likes to rule anything out categorically. ;)

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