I Remember the 22nd of September

Five years ago today, my sister’s divorce was finalized. It had been a contentious, painful end to a complicated marriage. I spent the day with her and while I invited her to come out with us, understandably she declined to join us.

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Sarah Shaoul
Sharing Your Grief

In the last week, I made this pretty little salad of mixed greens, peaches, blue cheese, and smoked hazelnuts as my offering at The Lost Table, a dinner for people who are grieving.

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Sarah Shaoul
Embracing Rituals of Grief

After our mother died, Grandma Farah stayed with my sister and me while our father worked his night job. Mornings were filled by the sounds of my sister wailing as Farah took a fine tooth comb, ran it under the faucet, double tapped it on the edge of the sink and used it to carve, from front to back, a perfect part down the center of my sister’s skull.

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Sarah Shaoul
Spade, Bourdain and Me

My mother committed suicide 40 years ago when I was just 10 years old, my sister 3 years old. Committed is both an uniquely interesting and singularly specific term for choosing to make life, already so fragile and impermanent, an immediate and determined end.

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Sarah Shaoul
Decay and Rebirth

Its been a long winter. Heading out for a walk with my dear friend, Amy, is an opportunity to talk and walk, an activity that allows us to catch up and safely delve into our emotional innards supported by explorations of our natural world.

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Sarah Shaoul
Mom Strike

…as the mother of two young boys, I’ve made it my mission to instill in them an understanding about women — in particular, women are amazing, wonderful, strong, high-achieving providers and successful people who kick ass!

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Sarah Shaoul