Author Archives: Sarah M. Wells

Evening Routine

A few weeks ago, I realized my quality time with my kids has been looking something like this:”Go play in the basement while I make dinner.””Eat your dinner!” “Eat it!” “Eat the rest!””You guys want to watch a show?””Okay, bedtime. Quick, pick a short story. Now sleep.”It would be easy to blame first trimester symptomsContinueContinue reading “Evening Routine”

Twelve Apples and a Blog

Twelve shiny, locally grown apples are sitting on my kitchen counter ten feet away next to the cutting board, apple corer, slow cooker and paring knife. Fortunately, they are all inanimate objects who can only beckon with their glaring presence. But I have a hot cup of apple cider, James Taylor Pandora Radio, and aContinueContinue reading “Twelve Apples and a Blog”

Lifestyle Changes

This fall, I am doing this crazy thing: I am taking off every Friday. That’s right people, four-day work week until 2011. There are two huge payoffs to this schedule. First, the work week is packed, and I mean PACKED, with stuff to do. I’m not really one to sit around waiting for someone toContinueContinue reading “Lifestyle Changes”

I’m the map, I’m the map, I’m the map

Someone is coming to look at our house tomorrow (during naptime, while BW is out of town, of course), so the kids and I have been tidying up tonight, and now we are watching Dora. Does anyone else question the value of shows like Dora?”Do you see the volcano?” Pause. Pause.Pause.Click! “That’s right!”Or… “Where areContinueContinue reading “I’m the map, I’m the map, I’m the map”

Work in Progress

Here’s something new I’ve been toying with. I think maybe the title is too heavy for the poem, but the previous title was “In the Woods,” and that wasn’t enough. I hate titles. Can I be Emily Dickinson and rely on the first line of each poem as the title? When I am dead andContinueContinue reading “Work in Progress”

True Confessions

It has been several weeks now since I’ve written any poems anywhere. I’m pretending that they are stored away in my brain just waiting for a moment to spill out onto the computer screen (because, let’s face it, there’s no such thing as putting pen to paper anymore). Surely there’s some poem floating out thereContinueContinue reading “True Confessions”