Jun 10, 2021 I am a very awkward person. When Chef Comte and I started dating, all I could think about was how awkward I was. I didn’t know how to date someone as cool as he. The first time I saw him, he walked into the room and everyone yelled, “Scott Comte!” Really! Everyone is so excited to see him. Even at his ten-year high school reunion, the crowd greeted him in a loud, “Scott Comte!” when he entered the room. And still everywhere we go, we run into someone he knows w

Jun 9, 2021 Does it seem like sometimes it’s hard to feel beautiful? Maybe you wake up in the morning and that feeling of beauty just doesn’t exist, it seems foreign? I’ll rase my hand. I’ve been there–many times. I truly wish that I could wake up feeling beautiful every day. Maybe it would give me more motivation. Maybe it would make me more ready to face the world. Maybe… maybe… maybe… That feeling of beauty may not be readily accessible all the time, it’s true. But we ca

Jun 7, 2021 Am I beautiful? Really? You may say, yes. Will I believe you? I’ve been told I’m pretty or beautiful by my husband, my mom, my sisters, my dad, some friends maybe, even my brother, once. But I’ve had a hard time believing it. Why? I pause just now to reflect. Why? Why don’t I believe people when they tell me I’m pretty—not just on the outside but inside as well? A few years ago, I dived deep into yoga and also started using a diet app that also teaches psycholog

Jun 4, 2021 Remember that time I moved to Missouri? If you’re not familiar with the story, my husband and I, both born and raised in Utah, moved halfway across the country last November to Missouri. Did we have family here? No. Was job offered a job here? Not exactly. So why did we move to Missouri? Well, here are four reasons we took this crazy leap. We Were Looking for a Place to Call Our Forever Home For the last two years, Scott and I have not had a real place to call h

May 11, 2021 Did you have a childhood obsession? Maybe you were fixated on a thing happening that was impossible to happen? My obsession: Believing Peter Pan would come and take me to Neverland. How Did It Start? Did it start with a book? Or a movie? I believe it was the movie Hook, starring Robin Williams. Have you seen it? No, it was the video recording of the play. I watched part of it one night as I kept an icepack pressed against my head–keeping down the swelling I had

May 5, 2021 A Short Story by Sara Ann Comte “And Cally freaked out and hid in the bathroom for an hour.” “Wow.” I could almost see Tanya bouncing with pleasure as she told me the latest gossip. “Sounds like a crazy night.” “Yeah, it was.” Too typical, blonde-bubble-girl reply, as always. “Ya should come next time. Lots of hot boys.” “Yeah, maybe.” “Come on, Halley. You’re always talking about wanting to meet a guy but you never come with us Friday night. I mean, what do you

May 4, 2021 Do you feel the power of that word? Dream. DREAM. It’s a subtle power. It’s not punching like discover, create, destroy, passion, and cleave. The action associated with the word dream does not create something physical, but it creates possibility. It creates a sense of “I can.” Dream, when given the chance, can become the catalyst to something incredible. I’ve been thinking about the word dream a lot lately. It could be all the refocusing I’m doing after the clo

Apr 23, 2021 It’s that time–Infertility Awareness Week. So many people go through infertility, even secondary. And yet, we feel so isolated when it happens to us. I wish we could reach out and hold each other. It’s a struggle. It hurts. It feels all the feels. I haven’t talked much about my infertility in a long time–years. I just haven’t known what to say. Infertility has been with me for over eight years. Nothing much has changed in that time. We tried some things, they d

Feb 14, 2021 ” Brenda!” I heard him, but I kept running. I ran through the market—stalls filled to the brim with trinkets, rugs, souvenirs, and fruits. I ran through the street, causing cars to halt and honk. I ran through the alley—the stink of cat urine and poop poisoning my nose. I kept running. I couldn’t stop. If I did, it would get me. You know, it, love. The man who yelled stop, that was Charlie, the one I wasn’t supposed to fall for. *** I met Charlie on an island g

Jan 7, 2021 From an old blog I used to manage. With an “official” engagement at the end of December and a wedding two weeks into February, I had to get going on a lot of projects. Scott and I had chosen a Vintage Travel theme for our wedding. The travel part represented who we are—full of adventure with a desire to travel and see the world. The vintage just makes everything look more artistic and rustic and gives it that extra elegance that a wedding needs. Plus, we both lo

Jan 5, 2021 Written from a blog I ran in 2013. I’ve just celebrated my first year anniversary. And what an amazing year it has been. Although it has not been as filled with writing as I would always like, I have had plenty of real-life adventures that will surely lend a hand in many writing adventures yet to come. The greatest moment of my life, thus far, is the day I married Scott Comte. I remember once, probably seven years ago, I prayed for adventures. I wanted to try ne

Nov 4, 2020 This is one of my favorite poems because, well, I’m a writer. I believe I wrote the poem in college when taking a bunch of English theory classes. The big question “Is the author dead?” really made me think about the power of the pen and the creation of words that I immediately disown when I put them to paper. What do you think? The Pen With a mind― My mind. (I gave it away, didn’t you know? It’s called suicide.) I gave myself up Before paper and pen. Paper beca

Nov 2, 2020 While going through some papers, I found a story I wrote back in high school chemistry. It’s a bit nerdy, yes. It must have been for extra credit or maybe my teacher said, “Come up with something creative to show what you’ve learned.” I don’t remember. Usually when a teacher said, “Go be creative,” I wrote a story. Note: I did some surface editing for clarification but left it pretty much how I found it. Enjoy! Carbon Amnesia Carbon washed the barely noticeable

Oct 28, 2020 I have wanted to write this post for while. But now that I’m sitting down to do it, I’m not sure where to start. … … After long deliberation, I have decided to start at the beginning, so you understand the full story—why speaking out about infertility is important to me and why I’m okay, hopeful, and looking forward to the future. Warning: this is a long post. I have been married for over six and a half years. For five and a half of those years, I have wanted s

Oct 23, 2020 You have a story. Yes. I’m talking to you—you, the reader of this blog. I’m not talking about creative stories; although, if you have some that is awesome! I’m talking about your personal, unique story, about you. So, what is your story? Don’t know? Not sure? You think your life is boring? Oh, it’s not. I Think My Life Is Boring It’s true. I think my life is pretty boring. I don’t go on fancy vacations or high adventures or meet celebrities or work with a bunch

Oct 21, 2020 Okay, so I’m being a bit redundant by saying booty butt, but it rolls off the tongue like peanut butter. Does peanut butter roll off the tongue? I just read another blog post that mentioned peanut butter and now that’s all I can think about. Do I have peanut butter in my pantry? I digress. A LOT! I know. The purpose of this post: I Want a Yoga Body My second encounter with yoga was with my last corporate job. They offered free yoga classes. After a few suggesti

Oct 16, 2020 It’s been an interesting week. An interesting few weeks, actually. I’m sure you can all agree. And while the world has been talking about slowing down and taking time to pause and appreciate what you have, I have doing everything I can to keep busy, to stay occupied, to hustle and stay productive. Maybe that sounds okay. Maybe it doesn’t sound that bad. But it was, for me anyway. And now I’m learning, trying to slow down so I can better create. Let me explain.

Oct 12, 2020 YOU ARE CREATIVE! You’ve heard it. You’ve possibly said it. Or maybe you’ve thought it. You know the phrase: “I’m not creative.” It’s a LIE! Why do you think you are not creative? Is it because you can’t paint as well as that person? Is it because you can’t sing as well? Is it because you’re unsure how to decorate a space? Or maybe you’re not interested in crafts? Those things do not make you creative. Just because you’re not good at one thing or don’t like one t

Oct 14, 2020 Yes. It’s a lie. But, do you believe it? How many of you—raise of hands, ’cause I can’t see them, and if you’re really raising your hands I love you so much!—don’t do something because you stick to the excuse, “I’m not good at it.” If you’re not raising your hand, or you shook your head and said, “That’s not me,” uh… denial. It is you. It’s all of us. It’s sad. But it’s true. When faced with an idea to do something creative that we have never done before or that

Oct 8, 2020 As we left off, Milky-White was happy, Leonard was happy, Leonard’s family was happy, and all the people who had bought Leonard’s Miracle Milk were happy. It’s a happy story, right? Well… Every day for a week, Leonard sold 50 bottles of his miracle milk. Each morning, Leonard would milk the cow, have his wife bottle the milk, and walk down to the road where a hundred or so people waited in line—all hoping to get a bit of that amazing miracle milk. Unfortunately,