I am a writer, speaker, and customer experience guru happily living in a contact center world. Call me a risk-taker. Know me as a fitness fanatic. Happiness comes from being a volunteer, clean eater, collector of books, drinker of fine wine, partner-in-crime to Jason, and an incessant world wanderer.
Author: Sarah Stealey Reed
Why my happiness may matter to you (part 2)
Familial lore says that I came into this life exactly like I’ve lived it. Fast. Impatient. Loud. My mom drove herself to the hospital. My dad met her there. Almost born in the car, almost born in the elevator; born …
Coffeeshop, Honey Pot
The couple in the corner is in a hard discussion. “Girl, you need to get out,” she spews. “Don’t be a stereotype! Don’t push out another perfect child to complete his perfect little life.” And then with an air kiss …
Hot wife demands corgis
It’s a Sunday. My flight has been canceled and we’ve been drinking. Drinking and talking. These are things the Reeds do well. Exceptionally well. There we were: me sitting uncharacteristically still at the bar, he pacing the floor in front …
Wenches throwing wrenches
“I’m sorry,” I say. “I’m always throwing wrenches in our life.” “Never apologize,” says he. “You’re the only woman I’ve ever been with that has her own wrenches to throw.” Too many houses, too many cities. Norfolk, Nashville, Norfolk, New …
Why my happiness may matter to you (part 1)
There it is. It happens before you have a chance to think about it, to process it, to understand. You react without intention. But there it is. Sliding across your social feed is another smiling face, a giddy memory, a bright flash of someone …
Dog gone, dog gone
National Dog Day brought out the best in most everyone. Thousands of shared moments. Happy moments. Loyal moments. Salvation moments. Last year we celebrated with one dog, two dog, short dog, tall dog. Big dog, small dog, orange dog, brown …
Go On With Your Bad Self
I slept in this morning. I did not go to the gym. My lipstick is too bright and I like it. My dress is too short and that is good. My husband adores me. My hair is straight. Sometimes it …
Wake Me Up
Feeling my way through the darkness Guided by a beating heart I can’t tell where the journey will end But I know where to start They tell me I’m too young to understand They say I’m caught up in a …
Octavia, you bitch
And then my soul saw you and it kind of went, “Oh there you are! I’ve been looking for you.” ~ Anonymous What the fuck did you do to me? ~ Sarah Ok, so perhaps we’ve talked about a threesome. …
Let the Human Speak
Where’s Max? Where is Max? I want Max! Poor Jason came up to Nashville this weekend and discovers he is dog-less. The wife is in charge of the creature for a mere two weeks and has already managed to make him disappear. …
The Badass Unicorn 