Category Archives: Sarah’s memoir
Italy’s Festa della Liberazione, an occasion for action
Today is April 25, the Festival of Liberation in Italy, celebrating the end of World War II. Four years ago I was celebrating in Cinque Terre. Today, my heart is breaking for the friends I made there and the devastation … Continue reading
Salad Tamate, or, a Tale of Two Tomatoes
Recently I’ve been working on curriculum for cookbook-memoir classes–one to be taught online, another for a local class at our food coop. This has me trolling for ideas among my notes from the “Meals and Memory” workshop for the Odyssey … Continue reading
Bread and Roses for International Women’s Day
I don’t know when I made International Women’s Day a personal holiday–probably sometime in college. Somehow I don’t need reminding of the significance of March 8th when it comes around. The date leaps out and says, “Remember!” The day I … Continue reading
Writing Short
The shortest story ever written is credited to Ernest Hemingway and goes, “For sale: baby shoes, never worn.” I found the “True Stories Well Told” equivalent in the classified section of the Ironwood Daily Globe on March 3rd. Ironwood is … Continue reading
Goodbye, Davy Jones
Beatles or Monkees? It’s a generational shibboleth. I was born in 1956–the dividing year for Baby Boomerhood. That was the year that, according to the demographers, the Leading Edge (1946-55) yielded to the Trailing Edge (1956-65.) Since I was born … Continue reading
The Crack-Up
By Sarah White To clarify a story point, you need to know that my parents called me Betsy, a nickname for my middle name Elizabeth. The end for us as a family arrived in late summer 1973 on what would … Continue reading
Under the Influence(s)
The following story is a slightly-edited excerpt from “The Plunge,” which appeared in the APH Anthology, My Words Are Gonna Linger. -By Sarah White I have been fat for as long as I have been looking up to other people. … Continue reading
Oops, An Embarrassing Moment
” Oops, An Embarrassing Moment” is a writing prompt I have given my writers from time to time. It’s brought in a range of stories from the modestly funny, toilet-paper-stuck-to-your-shoe variety to the truly heart-stopping. (More coming about that in … Continue reading
Horse Crazy (Part 4: conclusion)
By Sarah White Horse Crazy (Part 1) Horse Crazy (Part 2) Horse Crazy (Part 3) Change of Plans In October 1971 I turned 15. Winter passed in short hours after school that barely allowed time for rustling up the horses, … Continue reading
Horse Crazy (Part 3)
By Sarah White Horse Crazy (Part 1) Horse Crazy (Part 2) New Friends Two other girls boarded their animals at the Horse Farm. Getting to know them was essential as I got to know my horse, and myself as a … Continue reading
True Stories Well Told 