Sarah Hepola
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February 16, 2015

Romantic delusions and teenage crushes and hair-sprayed bangs

When I was 10 and 11, my next-door-neighbor and I used to talk on the phone at night. She and I were 50 yards away from one another, but confined to our own rooms, and so  we would tie up the line telling each other fantasies about John Taylor from Duran Duran — how we met him after . . . Read More

February 13, 2015

Three Shades of the “Fifty Shades” screening.

1. Tuscan Red The first thing I can tell you about the PR people for the “Fifty Shades of Grey” movie is that they are very, very serious about spelling out the title correctly. Twice, in a hurry, I typed up “50 Shades” and twice — very politely, by the same person — I was informed that . . . Read More

February 8, 2015

Perhaps every road trip begins with a fantasy.

In October, I loaded up my red Honda and drove out west for two months. A tent, a Coleman stove, a guitar, and zip-up high-heel boots. I wanted to soak up both city and country, the spectacular hush of a canyon in the pre-dawn, and the gaudy 10pm bustle of Las Vegas. I had every . . . Read More

October 11, 2014

A person who was going to write a book

For many years, I was a person who was going to write a book. Friends introduced me this way: She’s going to write a book one day. I said this to myself, in quiet moments of contemplation, or in grand rallying moments when what you want out of life gets scrunched up against your nose. . . . Read More

January 7, 2011

Erotic dreams about Ryan Gosling

Last night, I woke up at 2:30am. Couldn’t sleep. I read for a while, and then turned to NetFlix. Blue Valentine. Have you seen that movie? I really, really like it. It has the texture of real life. It’s the kind of play/movie/story I was always trying to write in college — uh, see, there’s . . . Read More

January 6, 2002

The Fabulous, the Terrible Mr. Lumpyhead

Mr. Lumpyhead was born too early to a mother too young. Because she was too young and too fond of things like drugs and alcohol, which help people forget unpleasant realities like their unwanted pregnancy, this too-young mother never bothered to go to a doctor during her pregnancy. When Mr. Lumpyhead was born too early, . . . Read More

June 20, 2001

McSWEENEY’S BOOKS: A Play

  McSWEENEY’S BOOKS: A Play in Three Acts Setting: McSweeney’s Books, a bookstore, curiosity shop, and shoe rental opened by Dave Eggers in Park Slope, Brooklyn. The store is empty except for one employee — a young man, let’s say 25, with square glasses, a tight navy shirt, and dark wavy hair, matted to his . . . Read More