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“I Just Came to Watch”

The “Season of Sports” continues…today, with a story from my own past. – Sarah White I can feel its grip now, the cord tightly wound around the narrow metal handle. I can feel the spring of its blade as the … Continue reading

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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

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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

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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

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Horse Crazy (part 1)

By Sarah White Horses, my heart’s desire. From earliest memory I wanted a horse so bad it hurt, and that’s no cliché. When heard hoof-beats coming up our street the pain tore me in two. I ached to run down … Continue reading

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Getting and Spending in Carmel Indiana, 1960s

This was written in response to the writing prompt, “The role of money in your life.” I have always had a sense of myself as an earner, a participant in the economy, not just a consumer. I was born to … Continue reading

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Life Lesson from a Troll Doll

From the moment they arrived from Denmark in 1963, I loved my troll dolls. Dam dolls they were called sometimes, with a nervous giggle. Ugly as sin, made of tumeric-colored molded rubber, with great cottony ebullient flights of hair. McCall’s … Continue reading

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