Blog: Sarah Noack
Two months ago, I discovered that my daughter Shayna had lice. Not just one or two: a LOT of them. It was strange, because I spend hours every week brushing her thick curls and had never found anything. They apparently just bred, multiplied and matured overnight, like the plot twist of a bad Ed Wood film.
This was written in September 2008, a week after my move from suburban Virginia to Jersey City:
I am free.
I have kissed my car goodbye, and said hello to my feet.
In April 2008, I lost everything in difficult divorce: my house, car, health insurance, and any semblance of credit or financial stability. My family couldn't help me; they had patched up our leaks for so long that their own finances were in jeopardy. I did not receive child support at the time for my then-four-year-old daughter Shayna (not her real name), and I wasn't making enough with my writing or natural health industry marketing work to make ends meet.
Sarah is a poet, writer and graphic designer who finds inspiration in natural history museums, street murals, late-night Google searches and Coney Island freak show signage. She lives in Jersey City, where she takes time to hang with her neighbors, hunt for curbside treasures, and check out the local art scene with her family. Her vehicle of choice is a worn blue pair of Supervogs.