Sarah Ford LappasIn Praise of an Awful TimeSome days my life is reduced to a pile of tiny clothing, and all of it is inside-out. It will take me hours, I am certain, to pull all of…Mar 17, 2021Mar 17, 2021
Sarah Ford LappasThe SecondI was just a few weeks pregnant in this picture with my second son and I felt boundless, eternal, as if being pulled by my own private…Feb 11, 2021Feb 11, 2021
Sarah Ford LappasSeattle Backyard Gardeners Will Save Us AllLast year, I joined a Facebook group for Seattle backyard gardeners. It was completely aspirational. We recently moved, and for the first…Feb 8, 2021Feb 8, 2021
Sarah Ford LappasIs Tomorrow Just a Word?Tonight I took a bath with three stray plastic balls, the kind you use for ball pits. They weigh, altogether, about as much as a penny…Jul 13, 2020Jul 13, 2020
Sarah Ford LappasPalm Sunday in a PandemicToday, like so many millions of people around the world, my family celebrated Palm Sunday under quarantine. Of all the tiny griefs of the…Apr 6, 20201Apr 6, 20201
Sarah Ford LappasWhitneyYesterday, my son heard “I Will Always Love You” for the first time. He’s nearly two, and likes to spend some evenings standing at the…Mar 28, 2018Mar 28, 2018
Sarah Ford LappasSlugI live in a 110-year-old Victorian flat in North Beach, San Francisco. It’s literally made of redwood trees which is very romantic. Of…Mar 15, 2018Mar 15, 2018
Sarah Ford LappastautologiesI used to avoid tautological statements. In my field, they are generally frowned upon. Lately, however, my almost two-year-old has been…Feb 28, 2018Feb 28, 2018
