Category Archives: Guest writer

To jumpstart your holiday reminiscing, I offer this selection of seasonal posts from True Stories Well Told over the years. Enjoy the pleasures of the season, and remember–share YOUR stories! – Sarah White Oh Christmas Tree! by Faith Ellestad, posted … Continue reading →

By Ellie Jacobi I remember, as a 5-year old, walking two blocks to kindergarten and sitting on the classroom floor with all the other kids.  The teacher began calling our names for attendance, and pronounced an unfamiliar name while looking … Continue reading →

By Marlene Samuels My family immigrated to the U.S.A. in the 1960s when I was in high school. It was during that first year that my mother established her lucrative custom design and dressmaking business. On the shelf above her … Continue reading →

By Cam French In 1990 I was employed as executive personal assistant to Barry Hirsch, an  entertainment attorney and power broker to the rich and famous. The same talented folk who populate the headlines of newspapers and tabloids alike. This … Continue reading →

By Joshua Feyen In November, 1976 my parents purchased a 140-acre farm with pastures, woods and cropland situated on top of the rolling hills of Southwest Wisconsin’s driftless region. The day after the closing and unloading everything into house, my … Continue reading →

By Marlene Samuels Note, Marlene assures me that 1) this is a true memory, confirmed with her siblings, and 2) her parents are not the type who would ever scare their children for fun. Draw what conclusions you will. – … Continue reading →

By Seth Kahan This essay recently appeared in Seth’s “Monday Morning Mojo” e-newsletter. In my thirties, I trained in search and rescue and got my Wilderness First Responder certificate, the industry standard for professional guides and trip leaders. I was … Continue reading →

By Suzy Beal Something strange has been happening here in my home lately. The communication between my husband and me has been falling apart. At first, I thought it was because we just weren’t paying attention to each other. Then … Continue reading →

By Patricia LaPointe Up until the age of twelve, I lived in the city. Twelve-year-old city girls still wore ponytails, played indoor and outdoor games, and dressed in pedal pushers and t-shirts.  Before I was to enter the seventh grade, … Continue reading →

By Roberta (Bobbie) Johnson My grandfather, a prankster, was a kind and loving man, good-natured and playful.  In my mother’s memoirs of her childhood, most all her memories are of him. Very little mention is made of Grandma.   She was strong, … Continue reading →