Author: Sarra Cannon

I read through “A Working Girl Can’t Win” by Deborah Garrison last night, a book of poetry that I absolutely adore. It’s gritty and harsh, but also beautiful and soft at times. I think I will just type out one of the poems that seems appropriate for the end of a winter work week. I dedicate it to T, my working-girl friend (at least the first part she will appreciate 🙂 FIGHT SONG Sometimes you have to say it:Fuck them all. Yes fuck them all –the artsy posers,the office blowhardsand brown-nosers; Fuck the type who gets the job doneand the…

I had a great day yesterday! It was a very not-stressful, relatively uneventful, but still fun birthday. I had a few very important realizations, and I feel that they will lead to a new me emerging. Realization #1 – When I was younger, I believed in myself totally and completely. I knew I was a good singer and that I was smart. I set goals for myself and was confident that I could achieve them. Because I believed in myself, others naturally believed in me too. Confidence is contagious in that way. Somewhere along the line, though, I started depending…

And 31 has arrived, whether I wanted it to or not. That’s the thing about birthdays… as long as you are still alive, they are inevitable. I guess the only thing to do is embrace my 31’ness and love it. I am discovering that aging is not the easiest thing in the world, especially when you feel like you are not making the most of your life. By some strange trick of fate or perhaps by providence, I found a letter my father wrote to me 11 years ago on my birthday. This is not a letter that I saved…

Tomorrow’s the big day, my 31st birthday. I am fully aware of the fact that most people don’t make a big deal of their birthdays past the age of 21 (except maybe 50, but I still have some time before I reach that benchmark). I am not sure why every day feels like a countdown to the guillotine to me. 30 fell heavy on me, but I blamed it on the fact that I had just filed for divorce and was facing major stress and drama at the time. So, what’s my excuse this year? I was thinking about it,…

So I have been watching streaming video from ON AIR with Ryan Seacrest, where they play random videos, old and new. Ciara and Missy Eliot’s “One, Two Step” just came on and it’s the first time I’ve ever seen that video, even though I’ve heard the song a ton. Something about Ciara just mesmerized me. Sure, she’s gorgeous, but it is more than that. She just has a presence on screen. She seems incredibly comfortable with her own body, and I can’t help but wonder how that happens. I have known beautiful women before who are just not comfortable in…

And the distractions. While I certainly love that I can work in my pj’s from the comfort of my home office where all of my fun pens and notebooks and references are within easy reach, I can’t help but wonder if I would get more quality writing time in if I was out of the house. You hear all the time about how a writer composed some famous novel or poem in a cafe or park. Maybe there’s something to that. I am not getting nearly enough writing done in a day. Right now, I am lucky if I get…