Sarah E. Moffett

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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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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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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Fall Has Been Canceled After 3 Billion Seasons according to a recent article in the Onion.  This required immediate investigation as fall is the best season.  Ever.  See Moffett make for the Blue Ridge Mountains.  (Or as the Colorado side of the family likes to say, “the East Coast Hills.”)  I will let the pictures and […]

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At least, I hope it does.
My name is Sarah Moffett, and I am insane. This season’s example of controlled insanity will be to attempt the Philadelphia Marathon next Sunday. Operative word being “attempt.” Considering all of the distractions as of late–lawyering, writing, enduring the Rockies get drilled in the Series, watching Hillary Clinton running for […]

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Rowling “publishes” a new book, James Frey may be ordered to pay readers back for his “fraudulent” memoir, and Leon Hale is talking with mules. All a week’s work in the world of modern literature. On the upside, modern convenience means one can experience all of this cozily on a Sunday morning from the safety […]

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This is me.
In a music drought. For this writer, it’s right up there with no running and no drinking. What’s a girl to do? Rachael Yamagata’s new album is not out yet, Shiny Toy Guns is nowhere to be found, The The’s new album is barely keeping my musically stimulated soul alive, the 930 Club is lackluster, the Birchmere is […]

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Upon learning that J.K. Rowling had outed Dumbledore, I immediately had four thoughts.
1. The Harry Potter Encyclopedia just got really interesting.
2. This woman knows how to make enemies.
3. And really knows how to sell books.
4. I want to be out of town for the inevitable 1,000,000 fundamentalists against HP march.
OK, so the world now […]

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What better way to reacclimatize one’s self to D.C. after being far, far away than to brave the Verizon Center for a pop-rock concert and join the salivating masses.
My excuse? My jet-lag made me do it.
Actually, it ran a little deeper than that. Breaking my personal maxim to not attend concerts in venues big enough […]

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