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  • 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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  • E-mail me at:

    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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I have some big feelings that such a lovely person as Sara went through that kind of suffering. Feelings that aren't going to be named. I just wanted you to know that I'm still reading and I am glad you are letting yourself go to the wild unsocialized places that your grief is leading you. It seems like the honest way.

Sugared Harpy

I'm still reading. And I'm not expecting anything positive from you. I'm not expected anything in particular at all. When you choose to write, I will listen. Nothing much more than that I can offer, but you aren't entirely alone. Listeners, witnesses, are here.


I'm still here too.
Hope you're looking after the cat.


I come here every so often, just to check in to see how you are doing.
Give God a chance. Ask, you'll see.

Lynn Ballou

Feliz Navidad, Dear Friend.

With love,



I'm just checking in. I'm thinking about you and hoping that your pain is easing up.


You dont know me, Sarah didn't know me, and I really didn't know Sarah either, ecept for a few visits to this blog. But I thought her artistic leg was a wonderful expression of her artistic look at life.

I wish you well. The ache of missing Sarah may never go away completely, but I hope you have found some peace.

Zen hugs, invisible friend,
Regina, Saskatchewan


Nearly a year and I still miss you so much Sara. Not one day goes by that I don't think about you. Meital has to write "an inspiring story about a real person" for writing class. Despite all of the dirty jokes, :) I told her to check out your blog since there was no one more inspiring than you.


I'm still here and I'm still reading. You are courageous beyond measure and loved by many here. Thank you for sharing yourself here.

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