Sara was discovered in swaddling clothes in an Atlanta alleyway by a lovely butler and a dashing-but-frustrated student of French. She spent much of her youth avoiding holy water and reading inappropriate novels. She was misplaced in a boarding school near Birmingham where she discovered the love of her life, Robert A. Heinlein.
Fleeing the balmy southern winters, she made her way to Massachusetts where she learned several practical, but unconventional uses for a credit card. As she missed her one opportunity to use her degree in gainful employment (the foreign language bookstore was closed that day), she returned to the sweet tea and fried okra of her youth.
Now, she works with the posthumous, and makes jewelry to keep her mind off the challenges of identifying teeth.