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About first person productions

My blog "True Stories Well Told" is a place for people who read and write about real life. I’ve been leading life writing groups since 2004. I teach, coach memoir writers 1:1, and help people publish and share their life stories.

Looking Forward, Looking Back

The second anniversary of my salon for memoir writers, “First Monday, First Person” is coming up on October 5th. The fifth anniversary of True Stories Well Told is coming up at the end of 2015. This has put me in a … Continue reading

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Book Review: Walking with Abel: Journeys with the Nomads of the African Savannah

There should be more “eye” than “I” in memoir, the saying goes. Walking with Abel by Anna Badkhen pleased me deeply, precisely because she is so good at getting this balance right. Walking with Abel is her memoir of  a year … Continue reading

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Weather or Not (Part 2)

By Sarah White Read Part 1 here… Rising wind. Pelting rain. I remember vividly the sequence of my thoughts at that point. I looked at the delicate wine glass, poised on a little tray-table. I said to myself, “If that … Continue reading

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Weather or Not (Part 1)

By Sarah White There was no reason to consult the weather forecast, because it wouldn’t change anything. When my friend Jane plans to camp, she will not be deterred. As her camping buddy, I’ve accepted that once we say we’re … Continue reading

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A Prayer for New Orleans

I’ve visited New Orleans like a poor person, like a rich person, and after Hurricane Katrina, like a person for whom money had no meaning. The devastation was not equally distributed, but it impacted us all—even people like me with … Continue reading

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Mother Odilia, Jimmy the Baker, and Me

Bread is the staff of life, they say. Bread is where my husband Jim got his start as a baker, before progressing to pastry chef. Bread turned up repeatedly on a recent day, in that way that says, “pay attention.” … Continue reading

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Leaving Alabama, 1965

By Jeremiah Cahill For the first time, I was scared. Really scared. Hitchhiking solo into Selma, Alabama in March 1965 had been youthfully naïve. Six weeks later, departing that civil-rights hotbed by sticking a thumb out was not only foolish—it … Continue reading

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