About Sarah

Favorite color: Red

Favorite book: A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith

Favorite movie: Four Weddings and a Funeral

Favorite album: U2's Achtung Baby

Favorite vacation spot: Maui, but I also love Las Vegas

Favorite time of day: Dusk

Favorite season: Summer

Favorite class in high school: Physics

The thing I love to hate: Running

Worst subject in school: Besides calculus? French

A long time ago I was an engineering major in college. When I accidentally sat through the wrong calculus class and didn't realize it because I was so used to being hopelessly lost, I realized that maybe the engineering thing wasn't my boat of gravy. I eventually earned a degree in art. I followed in the footsteps of my artistic heroes Andy Warhol and Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec by becoming a graphic designer, which I’ve done with some success since 1998.

As visual language became my meal ticket, the emotion of it, the feels, often got lost. Graphic design exists to force an emotion—essentially, to sell. I wanted to tell a story.

So I did. I started writing. Then I stopped. Started again. Took a class, met some other writers. Stopped. Started. Had twins. Wrote some more. I was able to finish and publish two novels, with more sitting in my back pocket.

One thing that was missing, however, was working with my hands. My husband attended a “date night” class at a local park, where each month we’d create a clay project. When the pandemic hit and everything shut down, I realized I needed to have my fingers in clay. I wanted to create something that didn’t only exist on a screen with different colored pixels. I got some clay, then went about buying every other possible pottery tool, accessory, and glaze available.

Today I try to split my time between writing, pottery, design work, and of course, family. It’s a busy life, but it’s all good.