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Sarah Fister Gale
- Location
- Chicago, Illinois, USA
- Birthday
- August 07
- Bio
- Sarah Fister Gale is a freelance writer, novelist and wine-drinker based in Chicago. She is agented by the fabulous Jacquie Flynn of Joelle Delbourgo Associates who is currently seeking a good home for her novel, The Three of Us. It's a story about a woman whose life falls apart when her son nearly dies and she discovers her husband is cheating on her -- all in the same afternoon.
MY RECENT POSTS
- I'm incorporating my ovaries
as cities in Arizona
May 14, 2012 09:43AM - Planned Parenthood Changed My
Life
March 14, 2012 05:24PM - The right wing found its soul
mate -- Pakistan
March 08, 2012 07:35PM - Why Rick Santorum would have
killed my daughter
February 19, 2012 06:22PM - I quit crying, when my dead
friend asked me nicely to stop
August 23, 2011 03:18PM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “Thanks Kerry. I
appreciate the opportunity to
share my story
in the Open
Salon fo…”
February 21, 2012 09:31PM - “Thank you everyone for
your kind thoughts and
support.”
August 23, 2011 09:10PM - “You should read A
Wrinkle In Time. Charles
Wallace was a
genius and he
didn't spe…”
August 23, 2011 10:55AM - “Great essay. It sounds
like you benefited as much
from them
as they benefited
fro…”
August 16, 2011 10:51PM - “This is a great essay
and you are brave and eloquent
in
putting these thoughts
ou…”
August 12, 2011 10:43AM
Sarah Fister Gale's Links
As many of you may have read recently (while gasping in shock), Arizona’s woman-hating Republican governor, Jan Brewer, signed into law a new “20 week ban” on abortions.
Why should you be shocked you ask, when so many other states have similar laws? Because, this law is the only on… Read full post »
When I was a child, if I needed a doctor I always went to the same guy. Dr. Horton was my pediatrician from the day I was born. He was an old man, tall and stern, and bald as an egg. He wore a white lab coat and steel rimmed glasses… Read full post »
Next month, my daughter Ella will turn 11-years-old. She’s a beautiful girl, with blond hair and green eyes. She’s an amazing artist, a brilliant writer, and she can do the splits without even warming up.
And if I hadn’t had an amniocentesis, she would have died the day she was… Read full post »
When I was 22-years-old, my friend Caroline was killed. It was five o’clock in the afternoon on a sunny street in San Diego. She was driving home from work and a drunk tow-truck driver blew a red light and slammed into the driver’s side door of her car. She died instantly.… Read full post »
Since I was a child, I wanted to be a writer. As a little girl… Read full post »
In 2004, PBS Kids launched Postcards from Buster, a show about an animated rabbit who visits real-life families across America. It was an innocuous little show, but my kids were six and four at the time, and we spent many hours during the long cold Minnesota winters watching anything PBS… Read full post »
I am not a good dancer.
This is not my “mortifying disclosure” however it would have been a helpful revelation to make to Joe Walsh’s back up dancers when they asked me if I wanted to come on stage during the show. But they were cute, and I was young… Read full post »
Let me begin by admitting right up front that I did not sign up for the Avon Two Day Walk for Breast Cancer because I am driven to change the world, or to avenge the death of a loved one. While I am aware of the devastation that breast… Read full post »
Despite every voice in my head begging me not to, I watched the first episode of Skins at MTV’s website yesterday. And I admit it, I was appalled, but not because it was rife with 16-year-olds having sex and taking drugs.
I question any person with access to cable… Read full post »
I was 26-years-old and it was the first time I had ever traveled for business. A mere two months into my first real job as a trade magazine writer, I was flying to Dallas to cover an annual conference of mechanical engineers. I had a shiny new American Express corporate card… Read full post »
"There are a flock of turkeys in your backyard."
This was the first observation I made to my fiancée on the morning after arriving at his family home in Arkansas for Thanksgiving. We'd been together for four months and it was the first time I would meet his parents.
"Those aren't turkeys,… Read full post »
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