Oh to be here.

New York with the tweens all sitting on the sofa clutching their cell phones while the sourdough bread rises in the kitchen. A new Martha Stewart recipe and a husband who doesn’t always like those, but all the strange herbs left out. Hopefully it will taste like his grandmother’s bread. Living in memory, it is, with hot loaves left to cool on racks and grandchildren who dug out the middle with a spoon and snacked away, the butter running down their chins. That wonderful, but trying to capture every bread moment in real time impossible.

my new short fiction piece published to my Substack at the link if you’d like to read the rest

https://sarahbguestperry.substack.com/p/an-envisioning-2008-saturday-and

Aerial yoga at Earth and Aerial Yoga, Hudson, Massachusetts USA. 2026 image. American. Image © Earth and Aerial Yoga. Fair use license. From their website.

Cote d’Azure, French Riviera. baptistebohu on Instagram but found on Pinterest.

Oh to be here.

Alaska and more snow than anyone can dance through unless you are a polar bear cub playing tag with your cousin one ice floe over.

my new envisioning/short fiction piece published to my Substack at the link if you’d like to read the rest.

https://sarahbguestperry.substack.com/p/an-envisioning-2023-and-mid-afternoon

Image © 2026 Biscuiteers at Fortnum and Mason. Fair use license. https://www.biscuiteers.com/en-us/blogs/news/biscuiteers-at-fortnum-and-masons-new-biscuitorium

Oh to be here.

Maine. Summer inching its way in past the mounds of old seaweed on the beach. The man from the kayak rental place three coves down making his way past the seals, waving his leather hat with its fading brown feather. Even the clouds in the sky looking like they are about to dance.

my new short fiction piece at the link in case you’d like to read the rest. The image is from a January 1971 McCalls pattern book which I found on Ravelry (also on etsy)

https://sarahbguestperry.substack.com/p/an-envisioning-2017-and-dawn-at-the

Oh to be here.

Nearly lunchtime and everyone waiting on the terrace for the maitre’d to toot his horn. A sort of maitre’d anyway. Hard to know, what with a childhood spent living at the Plaza with a dining staff that stretched in a line all the way from the kitchen doors to the Palm Court, but ending up in a senior lady apartment with meals with white tablecloths, everything cut up into tiny bits so you can eat it all, no matter how few teeth you have left. Getting the occasional BLT smuggled in and meeting the delivery boy by the parking lot, but not every day, just the ones when only one cane is needed so one has a free hand for a paper bag stuffed with potato chips.

my new short fiction piece published to my Substack at the link if you’d like to read the rest. It has two images with it, this one being in the collections of the Boston Public Library

https://sarahbguestperry.substack.com/p/an-envisioning-1998-and-late-june

Oh to be here.

A seat out on the balcony, looking out towards the lake. Not a new bench you put together today and sit on tomorrow people. No, Grandmama’s settee, the one made out of twigs with the bark still on that matches the rail on the front porch. Very fashionable, the tree-trunk trend must have been, with the boathouses decked out in twigs and branches too, and the Virgin Mary behind the altar at the church with her own bark-covered oval frame to peek out of.

my new envisioning/short fiction piece posted to my Substack at the link. the image is from the 1920s.

https://sarahbguestperry.substack.com/p/an-envisioning-1968-the-golden-hour

https://sarahbguestperry.substack.com/p/an-envisioning-1985-seattle-on-an

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Only for the long weekend, and that being for Christopher Columbus, so not bathing-suit-and-sunscreen time. The children playing pine cone toss in a front yard filled with something more garden-store-pretty than sea pebbles that got put down after the roses died. No, out where they have farms instead of grocery stores. Grass that semi-seeds itself and doesn’t care if you can only grow plants indoors.

my new short fiction piece published to my Substack at the link if you’d like to read the rest . The image is from 1967 and is in a Massachusetts archive-

https://sarahbguestperry.substack.com/p/an-envisioning-1958-high-summer-and

Oh to be here.

A traveling man investment pitching banker for a husband living life as an eternally circulating something, always having to be crisp with every collar and cuff perfect what with the clients all being Rockefellers or wanting to be Rockefellers and in need of advice on where to park their money long enough for a skiff and a little Herreshof sailing something to impress the ladies and gentlemen at the yacht club between regattas.

My new short fiction piece published over on my Substack at the link of you’d like to read the rest. The image is from Buildings of New England, another WordPress blog that I follow-