Millicent Bluebell: Demon Cat
Millie is on the couch, looking sweet as can be. I go to scratch her little kitty ears and I see a look of deranged obsession come into her eyes. She. Must. Bite.
A born-and-and-raised Grand Rapidian, Sarah (’12) is now a seventh grade language arts teacher in the Seattle area. She has been living there since the summer of 2015 with her music teacher husband, Mike. She loves reading, watching Netflix, playing games, watercolor, and walking at the off-leash dog park (even though she does not have a dog).
by Sarah (VanderMolen) Sundt | Jul 15, 2014 | 0 comments
Millie is on the couch, looking sweet as can be. I go to scratch her little kitty ears and I see a look of deranged obsession come into her eyes. She. Must. Bite.
by Sarah (VanderMolen) Sundt | Jun 15, 2014 | 1 comment
The nice thing about my second year was that there were fewer surprises. I no longer had to get over the shock of a girl thinking it’s acceptable to curl her hair in the middle of my lesson.
by Sarah (VanderMolen) Sundt | May 15, 2014 | 1 comment
The beasts in my life are not external. There are no monsters that I have to defeat. There is no dragon standing in my way, blocking my path. There is only me.
by Sarah (VanderMolen) Sundt | Apr 15, 2014 | 1 comment
So thank you, Anne, for inspiring me on Friday to laugh, to show up (I almost didn’t come to the talk. Isn’t that silly?), and to tell my version of things.
by Sarah (VanderMolen) Sundt | Mar 14, 2014 | 5 comments
Almost on a weekly basis, students ask me how old I am. I tell myself that it’s not appropriate to talk to students about personal matters like age, so I tell them I’m forty-three.
by Sarah (VanderMolen) Sundt | Feb 15, 2014 | 0 comments
“Miss, do you even love your husband anymore?” The truth is, I don’t really care about the lovey-dovey Valentine’s Day. What I do care about is our family tradition.
by Sarah (VanderMolen) Sundt | Jan 15, 2014 | 0 comments
Every year, the Romans made promises to the god, Janus (hence January), who was often depicted as two-faced: one facing front and one facing back.
by Sarah (VanderMolen) Sundt | Dec 15, 2013 | 0 comments
I was that kid who freaked out when my ice cream sandwich broke in half. I remember being five years old at my grandparents’ house, shrieking in agony over the broken dessert.
by Sarah (VanderMolen) Sundt | Nov 14, 2013 | 2 comments
The undead are not frightening; they amble around, moaning for brainsssss, while anyone with half a leg can just jump out of the way.
by Sarah (VanderMolen) Sundt | Oct 14, 2013 | 1 comment
About two years ago, I realized that garage sales were not worth my time. Estate sales were the thing. Estate sales had quality merchandise. Entire walls of blue Mason jars. Complete sets of dishes and silverware.
by Sarah (VanderMolen) Sundt | Sep 14, 2013 | 0 comments
I wanted my career to be challenging. I wanted to do something that seemed to be helping the screwed up world we live in. But I’m having a hard time getting back into this mindset.
by Sarah (VanderMolen) Sundt | Aug 14, 2013 | 0 comments
This year is a different story. Now I’m the teacher. While I got through my first year of teaching, every time I get asked the question, “How did your first year go?” I answer, “Really hard.”
by Sarah (VanderMolen) Sundt | Jul 15, 2013 | 1 comment
With marriage has come the inevitable marriage-y questions, which—don’t get me wrong—are fun to answer because it means I get to talk about myself. But I do feel like my answers are underwhelming.