Frizzle Frazzle Super Sarah
written by: Kristian Keefer
Part I
My Super Sarah My Super Sister
My sister is my real-life hero.
She is the strongest girl I know.
I call her Super Sarah.
Super Sarah battles her frizzy brain.
Now she helps other kids with frizzy brains too.
I first learned about my sister’s super powers on a stormy summer evening.
The electricity had gone out.
Our flashlights barely lit the dark living room.
Do not tell anyone, but thunderstorms scare me a lot.
My sister sat beside me and said softly,
“It is going to be okay.”
Then something strange happened.
I started to see bright lights.
Every color of the rainbow fizzled out from her head.
They were beautiful in the darkness.
But they were also too bright.
The fizzles started making crackling noises.
They grew louder and louder.
Suddenly what had seemed beautiful felt frightening.
I covered my ears.
I squeezed my eyes shut.
I started to cry.
Sarah touched my shoulder.
“Do not be afraid, little bro,” she said gently.
“It is just me.”
“My brain works a little differently than yours.
Sometimes it gets too bright.
Too loud.
Too crowded.
Too fuzzy.”
“Does it hurt?” I asked.
Sarah shook her head.
“It does not hurt.
But sometimes it makes me feel sad, angry, or confused.
Other times it tricks me into thinking I can do anything without getting hurt or into
trouble.
And sometimes my mind makes me think I see or hear things that are not really there.”
“You mean like when I thought there were monsters under my bed?” I asked.
Sarah smiled a little.
“Yes, Nate.
Kind of like that.
The difference is that my brain does it more often.”
My chest started to hurt a little because I did not want my sister to feel scared or
confused.
But then she showed me something amazing.
Thunder shook the house.
Lightning flashed through the windows.
Sarah closed her eyes and placed her hand on her forehead.
Then she whispered,
“Frizzle frazzle.
Frizzle frazzle.
Frizzy brain, you cannot trick me today.
Frizzle frazzle.
Frizzy brain, make the loudness and bright lights go away.”
Slowly something changed.
The bright frizzy lines faded.
The crackling sounds grew quiet.
Sarah opened her eyes.
She was smiling.
“How did you do that?” I asked.
“I am learning,” Sarah said.
“My brain works differently, but I can still learn ways to live a happy life.
I can learn ways to make my brain work with me instead of against me.”
I looked outside.
The storm was beginning to pass.
If Sarah could be brave with a frizzy brain…
then I could be brave about a thunderstorm.
Soon the clouds moved away.
Sunlight filled the living room.
And I thought my sister was the coolest girl in the whole world.
She is my Super Sarah.
Part II – Even Superheroes Get Sick
It had been a while since I first learned about Sarah’s special brain.
I watched her fight the frizzles and frazzles many times.
Sometimes they tried to take over.
But Sarah kept learning ways to calm her brain.
She even helped other kids with frizzy brains learn how to fight their frizzles too.
But then something happened.
My sister got sick.
Very sick.
The frizzy lights grew bigger.
Brighter.
Louder.
Sarah could not make them go away.
She had to go to the hospital.
Instead of getting better right away, she became more tired.
One night Mom sat down beside me.
“Nate,” she said gently,
“Your sister is very sick right now.”
“Can you be very brave for her until she gets strong again?”
“Yes, Mom,” I said.
“But she is Super Sarah.
Why cannot she use her powers?”
Mom hugged me tightly.
“I know she is your hero,” Mom said.
“She is mine too.
But sometimes even superheroes get tired.
Sometimes their powers need time to recharge.”
“But why cannot she rest here with us?” I asked.
“I wish she could,” Mom said softly.
“But sometimes superheroes need super doctors and super nurses to help them heal.”
Then Mom smiled at me.
“You have super powers too.”
“I do?” I asked.
“Yes,” Mom said.
“You have the power of being a super brother.
You can be brave.
You can encourage Sarah.
You can help her while she gets stronger.”
I thought about that.
“I can do that,” I said.
“But Mom… will I ever have to go to the hospital like Sarah?”
Mom shook her head gently.
“No, Nate. Your brain works differently than Sarah’s.
But you will always have the power to love and support her.”
That was the night I learned something important.
Even superheroes can get sick.
Even superheroes sometimes need help.
But I also learned something else.
I am a superhero too.
I am Super Nate.
I help brothers and sisters who have amazing siblings with frizzy brains.
And Mom was right.
It did not feel fast at the time…
but Sarah came home sooner than I expected.
Before long I heard her say those special words again.
“Frizzle frazzle.
Frizzle frazzle.”
And once again the loud frizzy lines faded away.
My sister Super Sarah still helps kids with frizzy brains.
And now there is a new superhero in town.
It is me.
Super Nate.
- Frizzle Frazzle Super Sarah - August 3, 2026
