Articles by Sarah D. Bunting
Dear Sars,
I don’t particularly condone Ms. Edgar Allan Poe’s actions, but it occurs to me that a semi-easy way to clear the air with her friend would be to call her friend and say that …
Dear Sars,
Last week I did something kinda stupid. Without getting into the specific details, I lied to a friend, pretended to be her on the phone, and charged something to her credit card without her …
Dear Sars,
So here’s the deal. I’m a 19-year-old student going to a good college. When I was in about the third grade I was diagnosed with as LD (learning disabled). Over time, by learning my …
Dear Sars,
As a former journalist who also quickly realized she’d never make a stellar reporter, I’ve got two bits of wisdom for “Probably Not Lois Lane,” who’s trying to figure out whether to start a …
Sarah: So how’s the packing going?
Couch Baron: Ugh. I just threw away twenty garbage bags of stuff.
Sarah: I didn’t know you had twenty garbage bags of stuff, much less to throw away.
Couch Baron: Neither did …
Sars,
You mentioned in your response to “Been There, Done That” that you had to acknowledge at some point that you’d “make a sucky reporter.” If you don’t mind using Vine space to talk a bit …
Dear Sars,
I felt just like Go Back for four years when I went through B.S., round one. My undergraduate institution sucked the joy of science right out of me. But I was able to renew …
Hi Sars,
The letter from Take Me Out To A Ballgame…Any Ballgame reminded me of a column by the Sports Guy called “Rules For Being A True Fan.” I don’t agree with all of it, but …
Dear Sars,
On a recent trip to England during World Cup season, I discovered a difference in usage that drove me nuts. They insist on referring to national teams in the mulitiple person sense. I have …
It’s Monday. It’s the first day of the week. It’s early afternoon on the first day of the week, and already I desperately need a nap, if by “a nap” I actually mean…er, actually, I …