Well, Hello there! A pleasure to make your acquaintance.

Since meeting can be awkward, I’ll go first.

My name is Sara Seinberg, and that’s me over there to the right. I studied Holistic Health Coaching at the Institute for Integrative Nutrition. I like to study. I also got a degree in Creative Writing from The University of California at Santa Barbara, plus a Masters in Photography from the School of the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston and Tufts University.

I’ve traveled the country several times reading my creative work with the legendary San Francisco based Sister Spit, and I love nothing more than watching the country rumble along outside a window. I have a novel in progress currently under my pillow, and two non-fiction endeavors quietly making their way as well.

My photographs have appeared internationally and for that, I’m truly grateful. I started taking photographs because I had what I thought was both writer’s block, and painter’s envy. Turns out what I really had was a path to doing something I love. I still photograph professionally although coaching is my focus.

What else?

I cook all the time, providing me with ammunition for my favorite social thing which is a small dinner party. I collect vintage ceramics for the kitchen, managed to finish a somewhat graceless marathon before I turned 40 in 2010, I adore reading, strolling, going to museums, plan to travel more, and I love to go to movies. I particularly enjoy going to a matinee by myself. Someday I’d like to live in a house with a porch swing. Maybe by a pond with an outdoor sauna or a hot tub. I like to watch steam rise off water at night. I love a princely oak cabinet fronted with leaded glass and piled with Heath ceramics. Give me sun dried linen sheets and red ticking. I like wild and calm at turns, a person who can mix a pattern successfully, and I often daydream of paint chips tumbling in file across a wall at the hardware store. My longing to return to the outfits of Jewish summer camp has been fulfilled with a recent return to pond fashion and striping, raw leather, a fisherman’s bracelet from a beach town for $2.95. Thanks, world. I can’t wear ruffles or bows, even handsome ones, and honor those who can. I want my food on a pretty plate in explosions of color with exclamations of texture collisions. I want it healthy, divine, and crammed with life. I love a snack, a scarf, and a good belt. I have a running wish list for my dream kitchen. My favorite articles of clothing are a pair of used boots I got while New York living was eating me alive. They cost $42 and I couldn’t afford them then, and they are my personal sign of the intrepid. The other thing is a stripy French sailor shirt, thick and too big, like wearing a friend on your shoulders into the world.

And I have a very handsome dog called Gus. He has eyeliner. We also live with another handsome creature called Ginger, a southern butch on a vintage Honda motorcycle. She is also a photographer and together we make up Robinberg Photography.

Gus Seinberg: Gay Jewish Dog