Sarah George-Waterfield
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Landless
When Diana slit open the belly of the anemic-looking cod Ned had hauled aboard the Landless that morning and caught a sunlit gleam of gold among the refuse that spilled into the bucket she wasn’t surprised. The catholic tastes of these fish coupled with the great floating islands of garbage that now boasted more surface area than the remaining land meant that she found all manner of strange objects tied up in the innards of these fishes.
By Sarah George-Waterfield5 years ago in Fiction
Pattern Placement
Growing up in the 1960s and 70s as a six-foot-tall woman (although she’ll swear up and down she’s 5′ 11″), off-the-rack bell bottoms, shift dresses, and pussy-bow blouses were never going to be quite right for my mother. In addition to the requisite Home Economics courses she had to take throughout school, my mother also sewed out of necessity. She stayed up overnight to finish a Simplicity dress for a date that required exactly the right shade of aquamarine blue and a little extra swing in the fabric.
By Sarah George-Waterfield5 years ago in Families
