Sara Ryan

I took a different route home today. Here are some of the things I saw: Five unblinking cats, camouflaged by the brown-and-black facade of the house they appeared to be guarding A man rinsing out a toilet for repurposing as a planter A miniature Stonehenge in an otherwise unremarkable yard An angry note addressed to [...]

So earlier this summer, my bike was stolen. I didn’t tell you then, Internet friends, because I had just told you about another incident of burglarization and I thought that detailing two in a row would verge on whiny. I’d had the bike for about fifteen years, a Bridgestone X03 I bought when I was [...]

I’ve fallen a little behind in reposting my responses in Chasing Ray‘s What A Girl Wants series, but maybe the delay will help spur more conversation! Here’s Colleen’s fifth question: “How about the real girls? We all know that teen nonfiction is not a popular genre for publishers. The assumption seems to be that teens [...]

Actually it is just my typical bad cell phone camera shot. But it has that quality, don’t you think?

I probably would have bought this anyway: for my usual thrift-store reasons that a. it fulfilled a needed function, e.g. a coin purse; and b. it amused me. But I think I was pushed over the purchasing edge because Hortense here looks so much like a Significant Object.

As I mentioned, while I was in Los Angeles, I went to the Getty. Twice, actually. The second time, I saw Irving Penn: Small Trades. It’s an amazing exhibit: over 200 photographs, all portraits of people with the tools of their particular trades: chef with knife; seamstress with tape-measure, needle & thread; cobbler with bench [...]

I’m sitting in a coffeeshop across the street from the comics shop where Steve is signing EVEN NOW, so I thought I’d take a few minutes to share the following: 1. Not everyone dresses up for a premiere. By a long shot. (Though, according to Eddie, the distressed jeans worn by many probably cost several [...]

For a while I was being very covert about my cell phone photography. Then I noticed that no one else was. This woman and her baby are in the midst of breaking open their tomb. I took this one because I never expected to see such a dramatically rendered cauliflower. “Vexed Man.” That’s seriously the [...]

The word is overused, but I can’t think of a better one to describe this coming week. Okay, backstory: ten years ago my husband Steve Lieber illustrated a graphic novel called Whiteout, written by Greg Rucka. A while after that, Wolfgang Petersen thought he might want to make a movie based on it, but he [...]

I’ve spent a lot of time lately getting rid of things. I’ve also done a lot of looking at Shiny Objects, variously constituted: new books, new clothes, new furniture, new shoes. And then I thought, my goodness, Sara, if you would pull yourself away from the screen, you would see that there are many, many [...]