Sarah Beck

It's July, 2026.
I'll be 45 in roughly 3 weeks.
Forty five.

FORTY FIVE

I can't remember passwords, or what email address I used to sign up for whatever account. My cell phone from 20 years ago is still the backup number on some accounts so, I'll never be logging into those again.

I burn incense in the morning and overthink all my written words.

If you're new to following me, hi.
I'm Sarah. Married to the raddest human, and we've somehow managed to build the most imperfectly perfect world. We have the coolest "kids", but they're not kids any more. Buuut they're our kids.

I make art and photos and go around selling my stuff at markets. I've held the same friendships for most of my life, and if I promised you forever at 13 you better believe it's still forever 32 years later.

I've spent the last 14 years of my life homeschooling my kids, and it's time to delete the bit in my profile that says, "home educator", but I can't bring myself to do it.

I'm a terrible housewife, but a decent homemaker.
I just want everyone to feel cozy and safe, but I really don't care when the floor was last mopped, or if you keep your shoes on. Our house is more like a live-in studio, so, whatever. Keep your shoes on. If not you'll get clay and paint on your socks.

Okay. That's enough self-flagellation for today.

Thanks for sticking around. I think I'm done rambling.
I love that you've liked my art enough to add me to your feed.

Open your windows and drink some water.