Sarah E. Moffett

There’s nothing like introspective awareness and existential angst at 8 a.m. on a Sunday morning. Particularly when it comes in the form of ten grueling miles and one’s knees screaming a question for the last, oh yes, ten miles~WHY ARE WE DOING THIS? I know, Thomas Jefferson had famous conversations between the head and heart. […]

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Hear ye, hear ye, the bar tender(ess) with the mostest has resurfaced. Two months ago, I pulled up a chair at Penn Quarter’s beloved Rasika and promptly experienced one of the most disappointing cocktail hours of my life. Instead of receiving one of Gina Chersevani’s, their well known bartender, copyrighted masterpieces, a pear and vanilla […]

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Me.
Living in Washington, D.C. means three things. One, your relatives think you are nuts. Two, everyone knows someone. And three, politics. The third component is a bit problematic for me, as I have taken to despising politics after two collegiate summers doing my best not to be the brunt of all Monica Lewinsky related jokes.
Regardless […]

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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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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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“Think globally-eat locally” is the slogan of one of Old Town Alexandria’s best restaurants. And since this particular restaurant (a) has a literary based name, and (b) did not kick me out, I am sharing one of my favorite Old Town secrets. Bilbo Baggins.
Walking into the restaurant off Queen Street, you would never expect the […]

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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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Ever heard of a “Living Christmas Tree”? I hadn’t, and that’s saying something as the product of a devoutly Baptist upbringing. Then I walked into First Baptist of Alexandria this past Sunday. The Everest of Christmas Trees had sprouted up from the stage, expanding the entire width of the choir loft and was topped with […]

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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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