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04/29/17


I was born in 1979 that is the edge of Disco and the verge of Retro. I grew up listening to all kinds of music thanks to my mom the music teacher. I was the rebel listening to Michael Jackson and the Motown artists. I realized that the pop industry made some mean music that made me dance and sing.

In junior high I was discovering the early hip hop and rhythm and blues singers. Dancing to Naughty by Nature’s OPP became an early like. I learned that Meredith Brooks made a girl power anthem that I learned that it went in my mind from taboo to my anthem after my divorce. Then of course there was the bubble gum pop music of boy bands and girls with a beat. Yes, I was dancing along with New Kids on The Block, Insync, Backstreet Boys, Britney Spears, and Christiana Aguilera.

One would not expect me to be a country fan. I might not be able to square dance or line dance with the pros, but I was giving my own moves that proved I could do it just as good. I was hooked on Dolly Parton, Faith Hill, Toby Keith, and several others that made me get to my feet.

I soon discovered that I knew more about music than most people would think. I could tell a 50’s hit from an alternative success. I recently realized I had a Little Monster in me thanks to Lady Gaga. I was one of many that music had a profound effect on our lives. Even as I write I am going through a Katy Perry phase and totally loving it. You don’t have to be just like everybody else. Be yourself and love life!

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I brought my WP app back.


I realized how much I missed reading other bloggers.  I missed being able to share posts that I thought other people might like.  Lately the joy of life disappeared and left behind a dark cloud.  That is not me.  Even in tough situations I found a bit of something to smile about.  The thought of not blogging broke my heart.  How can you silence a single voice?  How can you flicker out a flame?  No I can hide and feel the emptiness push the air out of me.  You got to be careful what you say.  Have I done anything wrong, but take care of me?  I realized this week that my heart needed that extra beat again.  I got music added to my music library that gave me hope that things will change.  Yes things seem dismal and I want to cover the blanket over my head.  I look in the faces of people searching for a flicker of life.  If I can’t see it the darkness says see it’s not there.  I have to overcome this and not be swallowed by the dramatic pit.

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Sara is returning to the device near you….


Lately I started posting on Facebook publicly so everyone can see it. Why let the loyal friends get the goodies when everyone else can.

Winter in Ethiopia has seen the climate change. Normally we start the rainy season. Now it happens at night and occasionally during the day. Talk about changes. Sorry Mr. Trump, but it is for real. I posted proof of this on Instagram. It is chilly and I am still in Western Hemisphere weather mode.

I am thinking of naming my phone Ivy cause she keeps on climbing no matter her age. I listen to my podcasts including the Anxiety Coach. Talk about soothing I can imagine myself in Hawaii with the warm beaches. I grew up near a beach in Burien that shows I think Puget Sound. Yes the water might be chilly, but as a child the explorer in me loved it. When I was in Arkansas I asked my friends about the sandy beaches. Was it still there? Now I think about the mountains and ferries. There I go letting my imagination run past me.

The best social media sites to find me are Pinterest, Twitter, Facebook, LinkedIn, and Instagram. I go by Molly Sebhat, Mahlet Sebhat, and of course Sara Gamachu. It’s time to be creative people! Spread the love and stomp out the hate!

Joyfully yours,

Sara Gamachu

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I am not a ghost. Just a citizen of real life.


I changed my Gravatar to one of my recent selfies. I know I don’t need to prove anything, but I needed a change. Turning 38 meant that I was not the person I was before this trip. TBH I was a nervous wreck. I had been working hard to get myself back on track.

I just finished going through the spam box on both sides. To the psychic community thank you for the feedback. After feeling like a ghost I decided to show my face. Yes that is the real me without photoshop. Just because I am off the grid doesn’t mean I am down and out. Actually the more I post the more I wave my flag in victory.

By the way kudos to the UK voter for asking the Prime Minister about her rights and needs with her learning disability. You go girl! It is time we represent ourselves with pride. What about us? Are we swept aside for being different or outcasted for our appearance? I don’t think so! Stand up for love and equality. From around the world the people’s voice should be heard.

Thank you all for your patience and keep up the feedback!

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HBD to me.


Yesterday was another chapter in my life adventure. I woke up to clouds, but refused to let that get to me. This was it my day to get wiser. I realized while doing my aerobics to Katy Perry I got winded quick. Nah can’t be my age. I spent part of the day watching news and distracting my mind. By the afternoon I realized to my mixed emotions it was just like any day. Mom sang the traditional birthday song to my delight. Dad gave me a hug. It was just like any day. After lunch I took a rest due to my mixed emotions. By late evening I was told that I missed my surprise that would come later. I searched my mind trying to figure out what could it be. I noticed a bottle of Marinda that wasn’t in the fridge earlier. Ah that was a subtle clue. After watching 12 Rounds with John Cena my mind came to rest. Was I disappointed sure, but my inners kept reminding me what did you expect. After a light dinner I awaited anxiously for the surprise. It came in the form of a box with a beautiful cake. HBD MOLLY. Ah what an end of the day.

🎆Sara

P.S. Be thankful for what you have. Because someone else might not have any.

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It is Tuesday!


It’s a new day in a new month. The year is going by so fast. Take a deep breath of life and say I AM SO GLAD TO BE ALIVE. Take that mug of coffee or tea and feel the liquid fall down your throat. Think about what new things you can do today. Try to be optimistic even when the clouds are grey. At least it’s not too hot or too cold. Just be thankful you have today.

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Saturday the 15th.


It’s been a long few weeks. My heart did its usual slip and slide trying to compete against the norm of this society. I collect music like seashells on a beach. Some soothes me while others energize me. I feel this wanting to catapult out of my sheltered home into the big wide world that I was once part of.

I wrote a post that really told my readers how I felt. It was needed to get it out of my system. I feel as if I am painted as this sophisticated American social girl who loves to tweet and post things constantly. I would hate to burst the bubble, but that was how I used to be. Would I return to that life I will never really know?

There are times I feel like I shouldn’t want anything. I forget that I had worked hard to get to where I am. I am a person who put their whole heart into helping people. Yes, I got hurt by someone I thought loved me. But as the group Fun says in one of their hits I need to “Carry On”.

I was reminded by a person that referred me to the Fun single that I can’t judge the men of this world by this one person. At that time, I couldn’t understand what he meant. I was so filled with the hurt and deep emotional wounds inflicted on me. Now I am learning that people can actually like me without even knowing my story. I am a likeable person with a heart of gold.

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