About

“I want to be thoroughly used up when I die, for the harder I work the more I live. I rejoice in life for its own sake.”
– George Bernard Shaw

coloradoThe name’s Sarah, but you can call me Sars for short. My brothers nicknamed me Sars when I returned from India in 2006––for my infectious optimism (or something like that).

Sars––photographer, writer, designer, painter, adventurer.

SARS––Severe Acute Respiratory Syndrome, a serious form of pneumonia caused by the SARS coronavirus. From February to June 2003 SARS infected more than 8,000 people in 37 countries. (World Health Organization)

Sarah––“princess” in Hebrew.  1,059 Sara(h) Richardsons in the United States, one studied in the same visual journalism program at the same time as I did. Confusing. (howmanyofme.com) … So I up and changed my last name in January 2013. There are fewer than 20 Sara(h) Joslyns. Much better.

I have a degree in journalism from Western Washington University, but I sling coffee in the Pacific Northwest to pay my rent. (Though I’d rather get paid to tell stories and travel the world.)

You can also find me fiddling with widgets and editing photos and designing graphics over at SheLoves MagazineAnd if I ever muster up the courage I’ll write and publish my memoir, because I’m pretty sure my family is weird enough to be immortalized in print.

I’m a self-proclaimed writer-photographer-Jesus-lover-painter-adventurer-foodie. I have a near obsession with ending injustice and I’m a sucker for a good cause.

I have a bad habit of saying YES! to every project.