Ms. Sarah M. Cash is a practicing hedonist who is in love with growing up and & has enjoyed failure as an appetizer before success. An Anne Welles, biding her time until she can move to a city (when she graduates), she believes in: slow dancing in the kitchen to the Drifters, writing inscriptions in books she gives as gifts, good conversation & comfortable silence, nights like jazz, monster babies, the Civil Rights movement & its continued applicability, Banana Cream Pie, and listening to the Ramones in lieu of modern medicine. She may be found facing the world with the perfect tube of lipstick and a helluva lot of sass.
