Category Archives: Sarah’s memoir
Happy International Women’s Day!
This morning I invite you to revisit a post I published here on March 8, 2012, about my personal connection to International Women’s Day.
The Grief Compactor
By Sarah White My best friend died. It’s that simple, just a dull, dumb fact. She passed on May 1, 2020, of a cancer detected so late she—and I—and her sister—barely had six weeks to get from “oh no!” through … Continue reading
November 2020: My COVID19 Flu-cation
By Sarah White In the last week of October, I was exposed to COVID19 through my visits to my mother in a congregate living facility. She tested positive just before she passed from this life, but what took her down … Continue reading
The Ghost Office
This post concludes a series on our experiences under COVID-19, inspired by the realization that “we are all field collectors” in the effort to someday tell the story of what happened in 2020. Let’s turn our thoughts to something lighter. I welcome … Continue reading
The Power of a Thing, Or, The Tea Cart Goes Away
This post continues a series on “objects” inspired by Martie McNabb’s Show & Tales events. In writing, the concrete will always have more power than the abstract, because with concrete words come images. Let my words bring images to your … Continue reading
COVID19 has jailed our elders
On March 15, the assisted living facility where my mother lives went into lock-down to attempt to prevent the spread of COVID-19. Visitation was immediately restricted to only those receiving end-of-life care. Group dining was suspended. So were all group … Continue reading
No Words
By Sarah White Lake Superior, around Ontonagon, Michigan, 46° N, 89° W. Zero positive tests for COVID19. 100% positive energy. Wish you were here, -Sarah
Cobblestones
By Sarah White You know how a phrase will barge its way into your life and become part of your permanent collection, of inside jokes? It was like that with the cobblestones. In 1991 I was accepted into a … Continue reading
Snap Judgment
By Sarah White When we meet a person, we make an assessment based on a few signals—the coat they’re wearing, the car they’re driving, the state of their hair. But can we ever trust the accuracy of that snap judgment? … Continue reading
My First Moth StorySLAM
By Sarah White I think I’ve known about The Moth since it originated in New York City in 1997. A homesick southern poet wanted to recreate the feeling of the summer evenings he remembered, when people gathered on porches to … Continue reading
True Stories Well Told 