The pandemic saved my life in many ways, but one of the most critical has been my discovery of and love affair with poetry (and writing classes in general). I am forever grateful to my professor/writing mentor and the inspiring…
Author: Sabrina Manno
After about 13 years of working as an editor for various publications in New York City, I gave up my professional career to stay home with my two beautiful children. While I enjoy being a mom (mostly), the trials and tribulations that these two human beings put me through daily are enough to test the patience of a saint! And I am no saint.
I’ve spent the past four-and-a-half years struggling to find my way back to the autonomous, carefree woman I once was. My first step toward that goal came in June, when I took over as president of a local chapter of the International Moms Club. This role has introduced me to many wonderful moms, allowed me to flex my professional and creative muscles, and given me a whole new purpose! Most importantly, though, it’s motivated me to pursue my true dream: starting this blog.
I love to write, and I love to make people laugh, so that’s why I’m here. Full disclosure: I tend to be too open, a little (OK, a lot) sarcastic, and honest to a fault. I love my kids to the moon and back, but they drive me crazy and I’m not afraid to admit it or write about it.
Inside The Looking Glass
I think this poem speaks for itself … Inside The Looking Glass I often wonder why I can’t slow down or be alone anymore. It started at the end of the pandemic. For more than a year,…
Late Thanksgiving night during the pandemic
This is the last piece to come out of my recent poetry class. Miss you, Nana. Late Thanksgiving night during the pandemic You left this world the way you lived Isolated And alone. I used to wonder why you kept…
Mater Dolorosa
Another piece that came out of my recent poetry class. I originally wrote it on a summer beach day in August, after a particularly hard week with my daughter. Mater Dolorosa I’m sitting on the beach Hand poised Over my…
Here, For A Mammogram
In my last blog post, I mentioned I was taking a poetry class focusing on women and how their bodies react to and carry trauma. My body has been dragging mine around since February 2014 and I’ve only now been…
Reflection In The Grotto
For the past four weeks I’ve been taking a women’s-only poetry class focusing on the body, embodiment, and the special ways women experience illness, joy, trauma, etc. It has been an eye-, heart-, and soul-opening experience in which I’ve learned…
Snowflakes In Central Park
I know Autumn has only just begun, but whenever this time of year rolls around, my thoughts stray to New York City and the beauty of Manhattan when it snows, especially Central Park. The day I’m referring to in this…
One Sunny Afternoon In Brooklyn
This past Memorial Day dawned bright, early, and quiet. We (shockingly) had no plans, so on a whim we decided to go visit my mother- and father-in-law in Brooklyn. I am so happy we did because it was a beautiful…
City Lights
Here in these deep city lights Girl could get lost tonight — “City” (Sara Bareilles) New York is my place. The place where my wild heart roams. Ever since I watched The City fade away in the rear-view mirror almost…
Evermore
Not sure why my mind went here recently, but I was thinking about what will happen to my children when I’m no longer here, not in a morbid way, but in a curious, reflective way. And then I started wondering…