My name is Sarah Kay Moll. I’m a wordsmith and an amateur housewife. I’m good with metaphors and bad with coffee stains, both of which result from a writing habit I’ve not been able to quit. I live a mostly solitary life, and as a result, might never say the right thing at parties.
I live in Hillsboro, a beautiful corner of Oregon where the trees are still changing color at the end of November and the mornings are misty and mysterious. I’m currently working on a novel about a young criminal, coming of age in a dark city.
On my blog you’ll find my thoughts and ideas about living with mental illness, finding meaning in suffering, and the place where psychology and art intersect.