Category Archives: Sarah’s memoir
The Caves of the Witches
By Sarah White In 1997 the Day of the Dead (November 2) found me entombed in a prehistoric chamber in Sardinia with a small posse of friends. My husband Jim, our best friend Scott, and I had just spent a … Continue reading
Dream big… dream in Italian!
A couple of days ago I received an email from my friend Cathy Fleming about the latest trips her travel company Viaggi di Gusto is offering. She dreamed big when she created the idea for this business, and I’m dreaming … Continue reading
Leon Varjian and Me: Class Clowns
By Sarah White I wrote this essay in response to the theme “I was/wasn’t a joiner…” which I assigned my Fitchburg writing class in Spring 2008. I instructed the writers to “focus on action and its repercussions.” In late August 1974 … Continue reading
The Pink and the Muddy
By Sarah White Hurricane Katrina was the deadliest and most destructive Atlantic tropical cyclone of the 2005 Atlantic hurricane season. It was the costliest natural disaster, as well as one of the five deadliest hurricanes, in the history of the … Continue reading
Why I Love Amanda Knox
I just finished reading Waiting to Be Heard, and I am in love with Amanda Knox. Why? Because she is me—and the daughter I never had. We were both students abroad. She was 19 in Perugia, Italy, and I was 21 … Continue reading
“Performing Identities”–scenes from WCASA “Wrap Around the Capitol”
On Saturday afternoon I went down to the Capitol, at the invitation of Wisconsin Coalition Against Sexual Assault (WCASA). “Join us for the 2nd Annual Wrap Around the Capitol as we join hands and encircle the capitol to show our … Continue reading
Bullying Miss Goss
By Sarah White In my first year in junior high school, I was bullied. In my second year there, I became one of the bullies. For home room I was assigned to Miss Goss’s class, along with 30 or so … Continue reading
Reflecting on this spring’s “The Season of Women”
From February 2 (Imolc) through March 8 (International Women’s Day), I focused “True Stories Well Told” on the problem of violence against women. I hoped the stories and commentary shared here would affect some people, somewhere. How did it affect me? … Continue reading
Seeing Red at the “Madison Rising”
Hurried across town. Got stuck in traffic on University Avenue a mile from Hilldale Mall, wondered if I was going to miss my 4.15 minutes of…fame? But I got there, 8 minutes to spare. We were told at rehearsal to … Continue reading
True Stories Well Told 
Flash-Dancing toward Independence
No, not that kind of flashdance. Last night I danced again in a flash mob in the name of One Billion Rising. We convened on the Capital Square in Madison on the same evening as the most popular (and populous) Concert … Continue reading →