Cooking for One


Today, I’m honored to have a personal essay featured on SignatureReads. I smile a lot these days, and I’m cooking up a storm, but I went through a difficult time in my life several years ago when that wasn’t the case. I was not a victim then, nor am I now. But I had to trudge through that miserable valley and learn to reconnect with the things that brought me joy all along, one of which was learning to love cooking again, even if it meant making dinner on lonely nights for just me.

If you’re in a dark place like this, please know that even when things feel bleak, you are not alone. There is hope and joy and love ahead. Forgive yourself. Forgive the ones who’ve hurt you. And go make yourself a fabulous dinner.



  • February 13, 2017

    It’s true, the bad always passes and usually we come out stronger and better than before! Thank you so much for your books, they change lives! ❤

  • March 18, 2017

    Beautiful display of honesty and willingness to connect. Thank you for sharing your hardship as a reminder to us all, we will, we can, and we shall survive.

  • April 29, 2017
    Aija Bodža

    Esiet sveicināta, Sāra!
    Pateicos Jums par emocijām, kuras izraisa Jūsu jaukās grāmatas. Esmu izlasījusi visas, kuras tulkotas krievu valodā, tulkojums perfekts un noformējums ļoti skaists. Jūsu grāmatas ir ar lielu mīlestības spēku, tās palīdz dzīvot. Esmu smējusies, raudājusi, dzīvojusi līdzi grāmatu varoņu pārdzīvojumiem, ceļojusi ar tiem pa dažādām pilsētām un valstīm. Liels paldies Jums, Sāra!
    Aija Agnese
    Ventspils, Latvija

  • May 1, 2017

    In the unlikely event that you haven’t run up on Robert Penn Warren’s story “Blackberry Winter,” I am calling it to your attention. I tried to find the manuscript online but only came up with some notes.

    We are in the grip of a blackberry winter in Arkansas, and I was introducing the concept to the kids with whom I work in the governor’s press office (after 35 years in the newspaper racket), which is how I happened upon your novel, which I am embarrassed to admit I was not aware of. (We had to have a lesson in Indian summer before we moved on to blackberry winter.)

    When I was a kid in central Louisiana, my dad would load up our five bicycles in his old wooden trailer, and we would cycle the crumbling-concrete street slabs of Camp Livingtson, an abandoned World War II. Dad attached strings for handles to Snowdrift shortening cans (when they were aluminum), and we hung them from the handlebars of our bicycles (all used, one-speeds that Dad refurbished), and picked dewberries (early blackberries) and blackberries by the pounds.
    Sorry to ramble on, but “blackberry winter” stuck when I read the story in college, and when I saw this, I had to ramble.
    All best,
    jay grelen

  • June 23, 2017
    Harvy Patel

    Hello Sarah! I love your books so much! I own all of them and I’ve read all of them so many times! They never get old for me! I’ve been encouraging my friends to read them and they are engrossed in them! I personally like all of them! I can’t even pick favorites. My friends though, like ” Always” which was the first one I let each of them read!
    Best wishes on your next book! Can’t wait 😊


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