Category Archives: Sarah’s memoir

True stories from my life.

Frank Dreams Big

By Sarah White In 1998 I began taking Italian conversation classes at the Italian Workingman’s Club on Regent Street, on Madison’s near-west side. In the class I met Frank. He lived not far from me on the east side, so … Continue reading

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The Business of Being a Writer – Sarah Style

I’ve got nothing fresh to post today. I’m too busy being a working writer. A few weeks ago I posted a review of The Business of Being a Writer by Jane Friedman. In it she lays out how most working writers … Continue reading

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What is Guided Autobiography? How do I teach it?

“Guided Autobiography” is where it all began for me–one book that got me started on leading reminiscence writing workshops. The year was 2004. I’d just heard about Guided Autobiography from the first personal historian I met–shout-out to Anita Hecht–who recommended … Continue reading

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Soul Searching at the Thessalonia Baptist Church

“America has always had a problem with racism,” said the guide for the benefit of the foreign tourists, which was everybody on the bus but me that January Sunday morning as we left Times Square on the Harlem Gospel Spirituality … Continue reading

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The End

This short essay is an experiment in “The Rolling Now,” a structural technique I’m learning to use, taught by my mentor Ken McGoogan at the U-Kings MFA residency in August 2018. We were asked to shape an in-class free-write with … Continue reading

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Hello from Oxford, MS, Classroom edition

I have just returned from the Southern Foodways Alliance grad student conference in Oxford, Mississippi–as nice a little college town as Halifax. My purpose in going was, of course, related to my Big MFA Adventure and my manuscript-in-progress, working title … Continue reading

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Getting Schooled in Africville

In August I went back to Halifax, Nova Scotia, for my second grad school residency. As the weekend between the two weeks of school approached. Joanne, from the next year’s student cohort, confided to me that she worried about being … Continue reading

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