Still life with tornado

Summary: "I am sixteen years old. I am a human being." Actually Sarah is several human beings. At once. And only one of them is sixteen. Her parents insist she's a gifted artist with a bright future, but now she can't draw a thing, not even her own hand. Meanwhile, there's a ten-year-old Sarah with a filthy mouth, a bad sunburn, and a clear memory of a family vacation in Mexico that ruined everything. She;s a ray of sunshine compared to twenty-three-year-old Sarah, who has snazzy highlights and a bad attitude. And then there's forty-year-old Sarah (makes a good queso dip, doesn't wear a bra, really wants sixteen-year-old Sarah to tell the truth about her art teacher). They're all wandering Philadelphia - along with a homeless artist allegedly named Earl - and they're all worried about Sarah's future. But Sarah's future isn't the problem. The present is where she might be having an existential crisis. Or maybe all those other Sarah's are trying to wake her up before she's lost forever in the tornado of violence and denial that is her parents' marriage.