Other Writing

With a pen and a whimsical thought, Sarah’s tales of robotics were sought. She’d spin tales so fine, Of steel-spined swine, A world of whimsy she wrought.

There once was a workshop, quite cluttered, Where Sarah's laughter fluttered. She wrote of machines, In humorous scenes, Where nuts and bolts softly muttered.

In a world where robots roamed free, Sarah wrote with glee and esprit. Her pages alive, With jokes that derive, From circuits that sip on their tea.

Sarah had a peculiar knack, For making robots that could quack. In stories so bold, Their tales she told, With humor that never did lack.

There once was a girl named Sarah, Whose robot tales spread far and hah-hah. She'd write with such flair, About circuits and air, Her books made you think and guffaw-rah.

The Year of Numbered Rooms: Notes from the Station Eleven tour

The year before you were born, my love, I traveled constantly. It was sometimes magnificent and sometimes numbing. I was very tired, but there were moments of grace.

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The Gone Girl with the Dragon Tattoo on the Train: Why Do So Many Books Have ‘Girl’ in the Title?

Spoiler alert: I have no idea why so many books have ‘girl’ in the title. But some of the numbers are fascinating.

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Notes on Regarding Susan...