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True stories from my life.

Halifax Inserimento

University of King’s College, Halifax, Nova Scotia, is not an easy place to get to from the Midwest. At least it wasn’t for me on my trip there in August 2017 to begin the residency portion of an MFA in … Continue reading

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“First Monday, First Person” turns 4!

In Madison? Join us on October 2nd for the fourth anniversary of our memoir salon, “First Monday, First Person”!    We meet at 6pm at the Goodman South Madison Library Branch, 2222 So. Park Street. We enjoy light refreshments and … Continue reading

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“Inserimento” and the Torre Cambiaso

By Sarah White “Cena? Non ce stasera,” the barrista tells us. Dinner will not be served tonight. The little restaurant of the Torre Cambiaso hotel is closed, because this is a Monday. This means there really WILL be no dinner, … Continue reading

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A Southern Indiana “Inserimento”

Inserimento in Italian means “settling in.” It describes the process travelers go through when arriving in a new location. it happens at the beginning of the trip, and again with each change to a new locale. Inserimento is that gateway between … Continue reading

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Sarah’s Big MFA Adventure

“I was born into a writing family,” began my Personal Statement for my application to the University of King’s College School of Journalism Master of Fine Arts-Creative Nonfiction program. I continued: My freelancing father counseled me on my writing ambitions … Continue reading

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“Just One of the Guys”

I wrote this essay during my “Write Your Way to a Better Attitude About Money” last winter, in response to a prompt asking ““Have you ever been harassed or bullied on the job?” By Sarah White It didn’t occur to me … Continue reading

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When APH Died, Doves Cried

When the phone rang on Tuesday morning, May 9, I was at my desk, warming up to the day’s work. The caller was a member of the board of the Association of Personal Historians. I had joined this group in … Continue reading

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