Blog - Sabrina So Far

A softly illustrated family stands in a green field: a woman in a white dress beside a man holding a baby. Their faces are left undefined, and the surrounding trees blur gently into the background, evoking a quiet moment of a troubled family's lineage.

Grieving a Living Mother

Notebook
January 9, 2026March 2, 2026

How does one begin writing truthfully about someone as elusive as a mother? When you are grieving a living mother — one who is alive,… Read More »Grieving a Living Mother

Childhood photo of Sabrina on a playground swing being pushed by her paternal grandmother, symbolizing care, lineage, and spiritual belonging.

Bonne Continuation

Notebook
December 13, 2025March 2, 2026

Hello again, friends, Around this time one year ago, Sabrina So Far was born. This website has gone from seed to seedling. I feel this… Read More »Bonne Continuation

A softly blurred film photo of a child at a piano. The face is out of focus, nearly washed out by light, while one arm reaches across the piano keys. The image feels ghostly, intimate, and fleeting.

Memento Mori

Notebook, Poetry
May 12, 2025May 12, 2025

I’ve worked with kids many times in my life, but this year was different—more alive, more tender, and more complex. I took a job in… Read More »Memento Mori

A shallow-focus film photograph of a garden in early spring. In the foreground, soft pink magnolia blossoms blur across the frame. Behind them, a pale yellow spiral wind sculpture twists skyward, anchored in a patch of sunlight. A red brick house with a black iron balcony stands to the left. Bare trees reach into a pale blue sky. The image is tender, dreamlike, and quietly in motion.

The Shape of a Wish

Notebook, Poetry
May 3, 2025May 3, 2025

This piece, The Shape of a Wish, is a soft letter to myself about what I notice, inherit, and release. I rarely asked for my… Read More »The Shape of a Wish

A single yellow sprout grows from muddy, shadowed water, surrounded by ferns and filtered forest light.

Sprouts in the Shadow of My Garden : 01 – Even Stains Aren’t Permanent

Notebook, Poetry
April 9, 2025April 18, 2025

I had two dreams.One where I tripped a kid with a hula hoop and ran.One where I boarded a train toward a new chapter. I… Read More »Sprouts in the Shadow of My Garden : 01 – Even Stains Aren’t Permanent

A man and a woman sit close together on a fallen log, facing a wide, slow-moving river. Their faces are not visible. Trees line the far bank, and a small boat crosses the water under a soft, hazy sky.

I Made a Boy Cry Once

Notebook, Poetry
April 3, 2025April 3, 2025

I woke up at 2:30 a.m. to the sound of migrating birds outside open windows and the residue of a dream so vivid, it felt… Read More »I Made a Boy Cry Once

Soft-focus image of friends walking on the beach in Oregon, waves in the background, misty sky

Biophilia

Notebook, Unedited
March 31, 2025March 31, 2025

early morning waiting. I’m at peace. Here in Tower Grove Park noticing piggybacked frogs in the bird garden.It feels funny that the Audubon’s guided tour… Read More »Biophilia

3-26-25

Notebook, Unedited
March 27, 2025March 27, 2025

Noah told me he’s going on that South Dakota work trip after all. He said he knew I’d be disappointed. It’s true. I am feeling… Read More »3-26-25

3-24-25

Notebook, Unedited
March 24, 2025March 24, 2025

Note: Some names in this piece—particularly those of children—have been changed for privacy. Others have not. All are shared with care. I went back to… Read More »3-24-25

Ma Boussole est Ma Valeur: A Spiritual Manifesto

Blog Posts, Notebook
March 22, 2025March 22, 2025

There are moments in life when someone names something you’ve always known—so clearly, so powerfully—that it never leaves you. Last summer, while traveling alone in… Read More »Ma Boussole est Ma Valeur: A Spiritual Manifesto