Sara Eatherton-Goff

personal essayist  |  short story writer

Sharing my experiences, fluctuations, and fictions, aiming to entertain and to help others achieve more personal progress, general understanding, and joy in life.

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I'm Sara, a former business strategist turned creative writer. I write about neurodivergence, trauma, healing, identity, motherhood, and managing life's complexities as a late-diagnosed Autistic person with ADHD and chronic illness.

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Selected Stories

Open (2024), flash fiction, Patreon

"Tonight, he is with someone else. He texted her from some beer hall she's forgotten the name of. Said he's going home with someone. He'd be back late. He sent the address and a kissy-face emoji. Love you, baby, he wrote."

18 Years Later (2023), essay, Life and Other Stories

"All the times I wanted to call her, but if I did, a stranger would answer.

"All the moments I needed her with me, but she couldn’t be there.

"Most times when I kiss my husband and I feel safe and warm and loved, I wonder if my dad gave my mom that same feeling. I hold my kids, and I wonder if that blanket of love my mind drapes around them was an experience she had when she’d hug my brother and me."

But You Don't Look Autistic (2022), essay, Invisible Illness

"For nearly two years I’ve been learning about Autism and trying to reimagine my life knowing that the struggles I’ve faced were not those of a deficient or 'ridiculous' person, but of one who is differently wired."


fitting in at what cost? (2021), essay, Hey, World!

"I shifted toward him and said, 'It’s not that I’m exactly struggling more now, I’m just showing you more of my struggles — I’m unmasking as I learn more about Autism. And now you’re just seeing more of my processing that I hid from everyone as to not inconvenience others.'"     


then it was over (2021),
short narrative essay, Hey, World!

"I couldn't speak for a couple days after the tube came out. She fidgeted more, stopping only after she asked me if I minded if she returned to work. She was falling behind, she said. I croaked an OK and she said she loved me. Then she went back out for a cigarette."

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