Articles by Sarah D. Bunting
I miss driving. If I could do one thing again, that’s what I’d do — I’d drive. No place in particular, just around like I used to do, up over Glacier Hill and down into …
Welcome to The CHiPs Drinking Game, which I have compiled for the simple reason that, if Tempus and I have to suffer, so do you. And besides, if you’re up at four in the morning …
I really feel for the writer who dislikes the constant use of endearments from strangers. As a nurse I have to admit it is a plague within the profession and I hate it too. I …
In response to “Maybe She’s A…’Tard”‘s letter, I can offer a little extra advice. As a writer who has never managed to complete his degree for similar reasons (though, rather than telling folks I couldn’t …
After reading a letter from High School Heartache, I felt compelled to write and share with all those prematurely grown-up high schoolers some advice from the heart. I’ve been there. I’m smart, fairly good-looking, very …
Please, please, Sars, point “Speechless” with the dad with the drinking problem to Al-Anon or Alateen. She needs community as much as the advice you gave her. Also if you could, please point her to …
Today’s entry concerns office supplies, and I had really hoped to find away to start it off other than a Seinfeldian query along the lines of “What is the deal with office supplies?” But…what is …
Sars, I need advice. Back in high school, my best friend was a girl I’ll call K. Fast forward three years, and at this point K and I have not spoken in about a year. …
Hey Sars,
It’s very possible a lot of your readers are going to scoff at my problem, but I’ve had it. I’m 20 and have been married for two years. My husband is the only man …
Sars —
Here’s the deal. I have this friend, we have known each other since junior high. We lived together in college, traveled to Europe together — in short, she’s my best friend, and we used …