Inked by Sarah at 9:45 PM 2 replies I opened my lovely newspaper Friday morning and was immediately perplexed by the op-ed page. On it, an editorial cartoon poked fun at all the egregious potholes drivers get slammed by on Indiana roads. The cartoon pictured a little fairy tossing potholes onto the roads in front of […]
Potlucks Inked by Sarah Einselen at 9:38 PM I love church potlucks. I don’t have any food allergies or standard health problems (like diabetes… yet) that preclude my eating whatever I like, or whatever looks adventurous. So I enjoy myself hugely at these get-togethers. Last week was Missions Conference at church — one of my favorite […]
Inked by Sarah at 11:29 AM Y’know, I can hardly imagine that many girls spend their Friday nights watching obscure movie renditions of classic Jane Austen novels. This girl? Well, if it was Friday, Sept. 7, that’s exactly what she did. I plucked a BBC version of Jane Austen’s “Persuasion” from the top shelf of the library’s […]
By Sarah Einselen Why is it that 4-H fair week always happens to be the hottest week of the year? OK, maybe not always. But hyperbole is easier to use than precision. Who wants to say “often one of the weeks in which the sun shines more often than the rain falls and the temperature rises […]
By Sarah Einselen Inquirer Reporter In case you haven’t heard yet, I’m moving. To the middle of nowhere. After ten wonderful months as the reporter at The Galion Inquirer, I am moving on to work at a daily newspaper in Logansport, Indiana, a town about 1.5 times the size of Bucyrus. The city is the […]
By Sarah Einselen My first byline came when I was nine and a half years old. It was a short article. The newsprint rectangle is still glued to an old piece of scrapbook paper at home, yellowed but displaying that “By Sarah Einselen” in bold print at the top. I nearly burst with pride the […]
Inked by Sarah (Einselen) at 7:43 p.m. Two weekends ago I experienced a strange, almost extraterrestrial circumstance. A hundred bright red eyes kept blinking at me, in unison, as I took a highway off-ramp. Blink. Blink. Blink. At exact intervals, for equal amounts of time, the sky lit up with the gaze of a hundred stationary […]
Patterns are worse to fold back up than maps are. “Don’t fold the maps. Roll the maps,” I hear one of the sidekicks in the movie Twister sighing. And I picture him standing with a thin pattern-paper hanging from his upraised hand, a puzzled look on his face. I’d like to see him try to […]