Today is Sarah Browder’s death day. To commemorate her existence and her untimely passage, I have some thoughts that I ‘d like to peck out.
People who knew her will say Sarah was a free spirit. She was loving and generous. She was creative and funny. I saw Sarah’s fragility. She tried so hard to cover it up with her raucous laughter, her flirtatiousness, her drinking. I worried about her. Rather than…
