Sarah Bryson
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From the Mouth's of Babes: A September 11th Rememberance
As an outsider peering in, it's hard to believe that seven years have passed since the fateful morning of September 11, 2001. For the families affected intimately by that morning, I'm sure the passage of time has been skewed in a way that only they know. As I sat in my favorite chair, watching the news and drinking my coffee this morning, I was reminded of how similar this morning had been to that... (posted by Sarah 3 years 152 days ago.)
As an outsider peering in, it's hard to believe that seven years have passed since the fateful morning of September 11, 2001. For the families affected intimately by that morning, I'm sure the passage of time has been skewed in a way that only they know. As I sat in my favorite chair, watching the news and drinking my coffee this morning, I was reminded of how similar this morning had been to that... (posted by Sarah 3 years 152 days ago.)
Unseen Beauty
There are times when we just can't see the beauty and the strength residing in all of us. This was written for a young friend of mine who had just lost his sister in a car accident, whose mother was in the hospital in a coma and who was going through a break up with his girlfriend. It was a very difficult time in his life and he was failing to see just how much he could endure. stripped naked bare but for the snow gray... (posted by Sarah 3 years 195 days ago.)
There are times when we just can't see the beauty and the strength residing in all of us. This was written for a young friend of mine who had just lost his sister in a car accident, whose mother was in the hospital in a coma and who was going through a break up with his girlfriend. It was a very difficult time in his life and he was failing to see just how much he could endure. stripped naked bare but for the snow gray... (posted by Sarah 3 years 195 days ago.)
A Child's Revenge
I wrote this after a friend had confessed that she had been molested as a child. It is one of the more dark items that I have written. While the ending is a complete figment of my own imagination, anyone who has been a victim of abuse, be it physical or sexual, has probably played the scenario out in their head at one time or another. Even though this was written with my friend's sexual abuse in mind, I found myself using the feelings... (posted by Sarah 3 years 214 days ago.)
I wrote this after a friend had confessed that she had been molested as a child. It is one of the more dark items that I have written. While the ending is a complete figment of my own imagination, anyone who has been a victim of abuse, be it physical or sexual, has probably played the scenario out in their head at one time or another. Even though this was written with my friend's sexual abuse in mind, I found myself using the feelings... (posted by Sarah 3 years 214 days ago.)
Little Girl Gone (A short story in poem form)
Gone..... The child was gone. It was just like any other day, the little girl had gone out to play. Six years old, lost and forlorn. Mom was an alcoholic, dad was unknown, baby brother, two years ago he passed away, leaving her Alone..... Always alone. The perfect victim. Who would notice this little girl with the knotted mop of yellow hair? Who would care if she disappeared?... (posted by Sarah 3 years 215 days ago.)
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Gone..... The child was gone. It was just like any other day, the little girl had gone out to play. Six years old, lost and forlorn. Mom was an alcoholic, dad was unknown, baby brother, two years ago he passed away, leaving her Alone..... Always alone. The perfect victim. Who would notice this little girl with the knotted mop of yellow hair? Who would care if she disappeared?... (posted by Sarah 3 years 215 days ago.)
A Letter To Me
Have you ever had that moment where you say to yourself, "If I had only known then, what I know now." ? What follows is a letter written to me from me. It chronicles a difficult time in my life, my son's autism diagnosis and the range of emotions I was feeling at the time. In the end it ends up being a letter of encouragement and understanding to my past self from current self. July 8, 2002 Dear Sarah, I was sorry to hear about your... (posted by Sarah 3 years 216 days ago.)
Have you ever had that moment where you say to yourself, "If I had only known then, what I know now." ? What follows is a letter written to me from me. It chronicles a difficult time in my life, my son's autism diagnosis and the range of emotions I was feeling at the time. In the end it ends up being a letter of encouragement and understanding to my past self from current self. July 8, 2002 Dear Sarah, I was sorry to hear about your... (posted by Sarah 3 years 216 days ago.)
You Woke Up in Somalia: An Autism Journey
What's it like to raise a child with autism? In the years following my son's diagnosis, I have often been asked that very question. For a while I was at a loss as to how to describe the life I had been forced, by chance, to lead. Then, one day, while talking with a friend about a trip I had taken to Montreal, Canada, as a teenager, it clicked. I was in a country where I didn't always speak the language. ... (posted by Sarah 3 years 217 days ago.)
What's it like to raise a child with autism? In the years following my son's diagnosis, I have often been asked that very question. For a while I was at a loss as to how to describe the life I had been forced, by chance, to lead. Then, one day, while talking with a friend about a trip I had taken to Montreal, Canada, as a teenager, it clicked. I was in a country where I didn't always speak the language. ... (posted by Sarah 3 years 217 days ago.)
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