Sarah E. Moffett

It’s dark here. Cold too.  I find myself typing furiously to my left brain’s rhythm while maintaining a mental high on extremely caffeinated tea and left-over Halloween candy. I don’t even like candy. Alas, society has deemed it professionally acceptable to make decisions while tripping on caffeine and sugar highs, but not an alcohol induced buzz. […]

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A Month in the Country. All harried-D.C. professionals could use one. Except me. I need a solid year. Alas, the evening before Thanksgiving had to suffice. Under the guidance of J.L. Carr’s pen, my excursion into A Month in the Country was packed neatly and movingly into 111 pages and two festive rum punches.
It was […]

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Thanksgiving. A time for sharing. A time for eating. Or in the words of one Buffyverse character, “Thanksgiving isn’t a-about blending of two cultures. It’s about one culture wiping out another! A-and then they make animated specials about the part where… w-with the maize and th-the big, big belt buckles. They don’t show you the […]

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My legs work again. Sort of. For all of you wonderful souls that have been so supportive after the I-beat-Katie-Holmes-Barely Philadelphia Marathon, bless you. For those that participated or cheered or wish you had stayed home in bed, here are the latest and greatest in home made memories. And no, they are not mine. I document […]

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I want my book banned. Unfortunately, given my childhood’s PG experiences, I will probably not be joining the ranks of Gabriel Marquez on Iran’s banned book list. (As if anyone in Iran knows about Growing Up Moffett.) Then again, Growing Up Moffett isn’t exactly as provocative as Marquez’s Memories of My Melancholy Whores, which was […]

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My body is broken. At least, it feels like it is. Yesterday was the Philadelphia Marathon. I joined masses of crazed runners to pace out Historical Philly beginning at the ungodly hour of 7 a.m.
It is one thing to eat breakfast and sip warm goodness at 7 a.m. It is quite another to go hither […]

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Well, Warm ‘Em Up With The Legwarmers This Saturday Night!

I’ve heard, from several confidential sources, that this band rocks like its 1985! So I decided it was time to actually leave my house (!) and check them out. As many of you know, the threshold for leaving my house is VERY high.
Let’s relive the good ol’ […]

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Jack Kerouac allegedly wrote On the Road in 3 weeks. Now a group of writers is institutionalizing his benzedrine-coffee-alcohol-mania-driven genius.
Welcome to November, the National Novel Writing Month.
Of course, November also happens to be National Stamp Collecting Month, National Pepper Month, and National Peanut Butter Lover’s Month, and, dare I say it, home of Thanksgiving, but I […]

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“The best way to avoid being picked on by high school bullies is to kill someone” is the opening line to Touching Snow, a 2007 National Book Award nominee written by M. Sindy Felin. Ms. Felin clearly has a knack for one liners. Her first quote in the Washington Post Style article was “I always […]

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