Sarah E. Moffett

Ever seen the equivalent of creative rocket science? Me either, until I saw the genius of Peter Callesen. Behold a few favorites.

For more Peter Callesen, go here.
*Callesen came to my attention via an e-mail chain describing these pictures as entries for an art contest at Washington’s very own Hirshborn Museum and Sculpture Garden. The rule […]

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“Getting an inch of snow is like winning 10 cents in the lottery.” I couldn’t agree more with Bill Watterson, except to add that getting this D.C. slushy nastiness is more like having to pay back the lottery. After you’ve spent it.
 
Rumor has it that in some countries, snow is so rare, that it is […]

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It appears that the grey skies and short days of winter are not just rough on writers.  Imagine that.  Admittedly, I didn’t think I’d find solidarity for my winter wonderland writing woes at the Eastern Market crepe stand.  Then again, no one else shares the same passion for nutella with me…words, words, so many words, and what […]

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2007 was boring. Really boring. There was a 10,000 mile book tour, a handful of road races, in and out of the car, falling in love with Kerouac and Vonnegut, approximately $1,050 in parking tickets, drinks in Monte Carlo and the train jumping debacle, two car accidents, losing mucho dinero in Vegas to those impossible […]

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“Excuse me, friends, but did you know that less than forty-eight hours ago I was standing in the middle of several thousand corpses in a muddy mass grave in a tiny African country called Rwanda?”*
These were the words Gary A. Haugen wanted to tell his neighbors on a D.C. Metro bus in 1994. And the product […]

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And I don’t mean after you’ve had one too many rounds of eggnog.

Sans eggnog, I learned that the world of Douglas Firs do sing after I showed up at First Baptist of Alexandria’s annual Living Christmas Tree production. According to the injured choir member that parked it in the pew next to us, the seven […]

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What is art?
Snoozing, aren’t you.
I generally am too when someone pulls that gem out of the air. Then I heard an answer in the most unlikely place.

If only all of life’s mysteries were discoverable in the midst of a rock opera complete with laser show, faux-snow, and pyrotechnician’s dream.
Paul O’Neill, one of the founders of […]

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Recently I discovered the wonderful world of Suzan Charlton, who “is a professional cartoonist . . . rumored to practice law as a hobby for a major Washington D.C. law firm.” Sounds vaguely familiar . . . Anyway, she is witty, sarcastic, charming, and endearing in her depiction of legal idiosyncrasies. (Excuse the redundancy.) […]

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Drinking and reporters.  A dangerous combination. 
As many of you know, my first book was published this past April. Sixteen weekends of dehydration, a chronic case of road fatigue, and a twenty stop book tour later, I am in the throes of wrapping up a legal year while preparing for the virtual book tour. The DCist found my […]

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On Saturday night, I was kicked out of a restaurant. This was a new experience for me seeing as I generally tend not to initiate food fights with the bread basket, return dishes to the kitchen eighteen times, or climb on top of the bar to reenact choice scenes from Coyote Ugly. The reason is […]

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