the proprietor

why i am here

It turns out that my 'about me' page was not about me anymore -- more the surface of me, my resume, not me.

With the development of time, the taking on of a husband with a more-dysfunctional-than-average family, the birth of three madly brilliant-and-emotional sons, the ups and downs of juggling these and an intense career, I think of myself with far less bounce.

photo copyright Amy McMullen

What I am is more melancholy than I want to be. The aspirational me is quietly happy, the one that finds magic everyday, who lives through words, photos, food, passions of many kinds. Passions like knitting with my friends, creating community for Portland parents, writing about local foods, keeping chickens, starting quiet revolutions, family bikes.

Through the years of my blog, I have discovered that the reason I blog is to tell the truth, to write my story -- our story -- and offer it to you. I do not blog here to make money, or to support a cause, or to find friends. I blog here for a more thorough examination of a life worth living, a life that is more struggle than I expected but is nonetheless vastly richer, more meaningful, more expansive, more rewarding than I often acknowledge.

I do not have the time it takes to tell every story, and often, I miss the parts that truly matter. But I will come back and find them -- the ones that were meant to be told -- in time. For now, please know that every word I write is offered up to you as a gift, with the hope that exploring my search for peace and hope with my family will reflect that magic in your own life.

Email: I can be reached at mama [at] cafemama [dot] com. While I long to respond to every email I receive, I don't. I can only promise to read every email, and to try.

I am writing a book about food. I am trying to reclaim my joy. I am available for speaking engagements and interviews; just send me an email.

If you enjoy the essays here, perhaps you'd enjoy these:
Here, Not There: An Army Wife Looks to the Greeks (Oregon Humanities Journal)
Photographic Memory: After Polaroid shut down its instant film factories, a motivated subculture of photographers miraculously revived a beloved brand. (Hemispheres Magazine)
Crazy, Magic, Impossible: Polaroid Film is Back (DailyFinance)
The cult of spring: Perspectives on a mama's need for nature (urbanMamas)
New York City's Next Big Cottage Industry: Beekeeping (DailyFinance)
Childcare issues are an impossible challenge for Army moms and dads (DailyFinance)
Parent groups have a cow over campaign pushing chocolate milk as 'health food' (DailyFinance)
Financial PTSD: Facing your money vulnerabilities (again) (WalletPop)
Inconvenient family living: Reduce your trash (WalletPop)
Twitter and the bloggers killed Gourmet, one editor says. We beg to differ (DailyFinance)

fun with bios

Sarah Gilbert was once an investment banker. Her transition to the dotcom world looks prescient in retrospect. Now she works from home practicing financial 'literary journalism' and writes away the wee hours after her three little boys fall asleep.

Sarah Gilbert is a blogger by trade and a finance geek at heart. She cut her teeth on her first Excel spreadsheet full of financials at the tender age of 21, when she began her investment banking career in First Union's Loan Syndications group. She went on to get her MBA from Wharton, work at Merrill Lynch and fall in love with analyzing company strategy and endless rows of numbers. So she tried her hand at *setting* strategy, working for a number of exciting and under-discovered startups in various product management roles, all of which seemed to center around writing business plans and, yes, making spreadsheets. She got into blogging as a marketing strategy and loved it so, it took. She now writes for AOL and blogs all day (and some of the night) long, with her little boys yanking at her elbow, in her beloved 1912 Portland home.

photos copyright Amy McMullen

After spending a decade living on the East Coast and being, variously, a student at the college where Robert E. Lee's horse was buried, an investment banker, and a vice president of a dotcom that burned a million dollars a month (she's done it all!), she moved back to the neighborhood where she grew up, married a high school (sorta) sweetheart, and had a bunch of little boys who will surely grow up to be all-state wrestlers. Sarah now writes about finance for AOL and can be found at urbanMamas and cafemama, or biking about the city going on and on about her chickens. Really, she won't shut up about them.