Sarah Ensor

A writer interested in culture, connection, and nonsense.

Category: Hopeless Cases

  • On the morning after my 44th birthday, early draft

    On the morning after my 44th birthday (which, as of the first draft, was a little earlier today), I woke up a bit late, exhausted and sick from an infection. I was sick yesterday, too, but I felt better with some antibiotics and feel even better now. I hadn’t done everything I wanted to do…

  • Lentish, or Proper Tuna Melt Construction

    Lentish, or Proper Tuna Melt Construction

    Once upon a time, a man named Jesus did a bunch of wholesome stuff. He never sinned, which is impressive considering he wasn’t allowed to eat pork because he was Jewish. He lived to be thirty-three years old and never ate bacon, not once, and imitation bacon bits hadn’t been invented yet. That’s called sacrifice, and you…