Sara Zarr Was Here

Author. Person. Restless Christian humanist skeptic. Recovering codependent perfectionist. Manufactured in a plant that processes peanuts. Also making a long-running appearance at sarazarr.com.
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Fixing problem of not enough kitties on my dash today.

Fixing problem of not enough kitties on my dash today.

I TOUCHED A BABY KITTY

I TOUCHED A BABY KITTY

myonecomplaint:

sarazarr:

myonecomplaint:

jonnyskov:

From Hair-Raising Hare (1946)

"My, I bet you monsters lead interesting lives. I said to my girlfriend just the other day - Gee, I’ll bet monsters are interesting, I said. The places you must go and the people you must see, my stars!"

This is the best Bugs Bunny of all time.

Visceral memory of seeing this on more than one Saturday morning. One of the strangest eps ever. This and the one where Bugs is high on ether.

I THINK IT’S THE SAME ONE. I’m sure the mad scientist who runs this castle and Bugs float around after each other, right??

Wut. Yes. Those cartoonists were on drugs!

myonecomplaint:

jonnyskov:

From Hair-Raising Hare (1946)

"My, I bet you monsters lead interesting lives. I said to my girlfriend just the other day - Gee, I’ll bet monsters are interesting, I said. The places you must go and the people you must see, my stars!"

This is the best Bugs Bunny of all time.

Visceral memory of seeing this on more than one Saturday morning. One of the strangest eps ever. This and the one where Bugs is high on ether.

Think about it this way:

There’s a group of us. We’re either whispering quietly because we don’t want to upset anyone, or we’re just out of your sight so you can’t really hear us. And then, all of a sudden, somehow you hear us or someone leaves the group and tells you or someone voices their frustrations to you. And instead of listening, or providing them a space to boost that voice so people in other rooms will hear them, you walk back to their private room and start shouting. And people in other rooms hear you and they say ‘wow this is so great I’ve never thought of this before’ and they keep passing it on.

But we’ve been having this conversation the entire time.

I’m Still Here" by Sumayyah Daud (via yahighway)

"If you are part of the overrepresented, privileged group, your opinion doesn’t matter."

This post articulates a lot of what I’ve been feeling about this conversation but couldn’t put into words because I really don’t know what the hell I’m talking about and don’t want to presume that I ever could. Furthermore, I doubted articulating it even mattered for all the reasons Daud writes about here, and I basically want to do more listening than anything.

(via elloellenoh)

The Library of Congress has made a ton of images available of women working during WWII — actual real-life riveting Rosies. You can see a bunch more at Stuff Mom Never Told You.

(via yabooknerdlibrarian)

kierstenwhite:

shannonhale:

When a writer needs help, what do fellow writers do? We write! (Let’s be honest, it’s all we know how to do. We literally have zero other skills.) Due to his debilitating mental illnesses, fellow writer Robison Wells (Variant) and his family have crippling debt. In support of Robison Wells, his…

Shannon explains this Indiegogo campaign in support of Robison Wells very well. (Also, I was so excited when I saw that Shannon’s contribution was “Ravenous.” I can’t wait for people to read it! It’s…delicious. Mwa ha ha ha ha.)

My own contribution to the anthology is the only thing I have ever written for adults (though the content is safe for any age reader). It’s also my only straight-up sci-fi. I wrote “Womb” during the depths of my struggles with infertility and repeated miscarriages. Even though it’s not autobiographical (I am, as it turns out, neither a man nor living in a future where Earth is a blighted wasteland), it’s been interesting to go back and read it. To remember where I was when I wrote it. And to see that—even though it was during one of the bleakest and most difficult times of my adult life—the story still ends on a note of hope.

Along with that—the glimmer of hope in the midst of darkness—I hope you’ll check out the campaign. I hope you’ll support Rob and his family. Buy the anthology. Check out the other donation offers. Spare a few dollars to lend a hand to someone who could use it. We’ve all been through times when we needed that hand to pull us through, and doubtless we’ll go through them again.

Much love and admiration,

Kiersten

I’m contributing to this as well. Perhaps a deleted scene (original ending of How to Save a Life had Mandy and Christopher re-uniting, for example), or do something I’ve always wanted to do: bring a couple characters from different books of mine together and see what happens…

In any case, happy to have the chance to support Rob and work with my awesome Utah writing community.

You can read more and contribute here.

(via yahighway)

brandycolbert:

Now that debut-book-release craziness is dying down, I wanted to link to some of the posts I’ve done over the past few weeks, as well as some places you can see that I am actual real, live person who sometimes leaves the house!

This is amazing. Discovered this when looking up info on Ebony food editor Freda DeKnight, who I just read about in Laura Shapiro’s SOMETHING FROM THE OVEN: REINVENTING DINNER IN 1950s AMERICA. All the issues are scanned into Google books. The covers, the articles, the ads, everything. 

themarysue:

flat-adverb:

lucillebruise:

stunningpicture:

Portrait I drew of the lovely Maggie Smith.

I am getting this framed and hung over my fireplace goddamn.

Same.

Portrait is perfect representation of how I’ve felt for the last two months.

(via lisaschroeder)