Blogs Posts on "Photographs Of Donald"
When Donald comes home. by Becoming Sarah on Nov 11, 2009...
Bow before me, for I ramble. by Becoming Sarah on Nov 11, 2009Donald and I carry our baby all the time. Everywhere. Always. Before I gave birth, I had a name for parents like us. Weird-ass parents who bought into that whole newfangled baby-carrying nonsense and refused to use a stroller like...
Quack quack. by Becoming Sarah on Nov 6, 2009Donald and I had no intention of dressing Charlotte up for Halloween. Then we were invited to a holiday get-together with some friends. Since I had not made a costume and since we were not about to run out to a shop to purchase one, we th...
Man oh man. by Becoming Sarah on Nov 4, 2009I love seeing Donald with Charlotte. Love.
Walking shoes. by Becoming Sarah on Oct 28, 2009This is going to make me sound like a ninety-year-old woman named Blanche, but I bought those shoes on sale at Easy Spirit five or six years ago and they are my favorite shoes by a long shot. I know, I know, Easy Spirit isn’t exactly the...
Walking shoes. by Becoming Sarah on Oct 28, 2009This is going to make me sound like a ninety-year-old woman named Blanche, but I bought those shoes on sale at Easy Spirit five or six years ago and they are my favorite shoes by a long shot. I know, I know, Easy Spirit isn’t exactly the...
Swoon. by Becoming Sarah on Oct 14, 2009P.S. Yesterday, this nomination came to my attention. I have no idea who tossed my name into the hat, but whoever you are? Thanks.
A baby yet. by Becoming Sarah on Oct 12, 2009
52 weeks: Full circle. by Becoming Sarah on Oct 6, 2009So this is it. A year ago today (or yesterday) (or tomorrow) (or, for all I know, next week) (let’s not go doing something rash like trusting my math), I started my period. With the exception of that whole thing where I became a sacred vesse...
52 weeks: Full circle. by Becoming Sarah on Oct 6, 2009So this is it. A year ago today (or yesterday) (or tomorrow) (or, for all I know, next week) (let’s not go doing something rash like trusting my math), I started my period. With the exception of that whole thing where I became a sacred vesse...

