Sarah Elizabeth Moore

New Year, New Same Old Me. Good morning Reader! Here we are, knocking on Groundhog’s Day. Did you make any Resolutions for the New Year? How are those going for you? I could tell you all the New Year's Resolutions I didn’t even bother to make this year, but why not just be honest? I’m me. I’m not going to join a gym this year after 45 years of not joining a gym. I’m not going to find and match all my socks after 45 years of not finding and matching my socks (to be fair, the last time I had a...

Good morning Reader! It's Christmas Eve morning. Oh Reader I love Christmas! I love everything about Christmas. I love the way the lights shimmer on the tinsel of the tree. I love making ornaments with my daughter. I love those little Christmas-shaped dog treats for Belle (to be clear, I love giving them to the dog - I've never eaten one). I love the music and lyrics of Christmas. I love the gifting. I love the family Christmas pajamas (we went with Snoopy). I love all the Who's down in...

Good morning, Friend. Lilacs in October! It's here! Okay, it's not here-here. It's just here. October. We are two-and-a-half weeks away from the official release of A Sea of Lilacs: Sorrow in Verse and Vignette. I am so excited to share this work with all of you. A Sea of Lilacs has been more than two years in the making. The easy thing to say has been, "It's a collection about losing my mother." That's true but perhaps oversimplified. It's also about grief and hope, about tears and laughter,...

Good morning, Friend. Lilacs in September? Why not, right? t's September 29 and I'm listening to Christmas music. How great our joy! Joy, joy, joy! It's also true that I'm barely getting to the newsletter again this month. I've been mentally composing for two weeks now, but sitting down at my laptop has just not been enticing to me in recent months. Ironically, one of my writing goals for 2025 was to sneak the newsletter back a few days each month so I was sending more towards the middle of...

Good morning, Friend. Just in the nick of August, eh? I'll be transparent with you: I am extremely close to not writing this newsletter. I told CW last night that I would either get up and write it first thing this morning or I was done with it. Whenever I hear myself say things like that, I know I've been away from the "it" long enough and it's time to get back at it. So let's get back at it. A few months ago, a close writer friend asked me what I do for fun. The question took me quite by...

Good morning! We just returned from a week with CW's family. I always come home from my sister-in-law's house with new words, so I wanted to share this poem with you all straight away. It's titled Grass Fairy. It's about grass. And my daughter. If I say anything more than that, it'll spoil the poem, so I hope you'll go and read it for yourself. You know, I genuinely love sharing my words with you. I also genuinely love it when you share your words with me. That's why I ask questions like the...

Good morning! I hope this Memorial Day finds you enjoying life. In the midst of the camping and grilling and laughing, may we always remember the price paid in human blood for these freedoms. May we never take that for granted. This morning, I'd love to share a poem I wrote for Memorial Day, titled Remember Well. No snippets today, friend - you'll just have to click to read it. So go ahead. CLICK HERE. As always, thank you for reading! I appreciate you so very much. What does Memorial Day...

Good morning, friends! This week, as we prepare our hearts for Resurrection weekend, I've invited friend and fellow author, Robyn R. Smith, to share a remarkable story about trusting God's Light in a physically and emotionally dark time in her life. Hello fans of Sarah’s sensational writing! It’s an honor to be with you today. In discussing how I might best serve you—Sarah’s followers—with my own writing, the topic of the crucifixion arose. (No pun intended, but not a bad one! 😉) One incident...

Good morning! In my mind, Winter and Christmas are irrevocably joined, so I tend to love Winter even when I don't like it very much. Still, every year as March struggles to figure out which season She belongs to, I begin to get a little antsy. I want to plant seeds. I want to play in the dirt. I want to pretend - even for a moment - that I enjoy being outside in the sunshine. And so I thought I would distract myself with knitting. Not very exciting, but... well, here's a little smackering of...

Hello friend, Change Change is hard. Don't believe me? Ask March the season to which it belongs. She doesn't know. She's just as confused as you and me about a St. Patrick's Day Storm after a week of fifty-plus and sunshine. What She knows, I think, is that change is difficult. It takes time. It takes patience. It takes determination. It's never one or the other of something. It's always unsettling, like listening to jazz while you run - you feel like you need a third foot or you'll never...