“Bradford’s” is out in this bound first volume of Braided Brook. It’s a story I wrote about five years ago that started as a newspaper column, then morphed into this short narrative, which I reworked and wove into […]
The Bacopa Literary Review 2016 is out through Amazon, and with it, my story, “War and Peace in la cola preferencial.” This other War and Peace is about my kids, Roberto, and I waiting during […]
Immediately after Roberto, the kids, and I moved cross-town in January, Kid Number One was thrown into a month-long tailspin of depression and tantrums. It turned out one mom’s boxy, charmless two-bedroom apartment was one little […]
My dad is on the road again. Nine years ago today, the two of us were in snowy West Virginia, getting very little shut-eye at a Jane Lew rest area. We were bunking in his Covenant Transport eighteen-wheeler after […]
It’s 1:16 p.m. I’ve just gotten both the kids to nap. It’s taken me four days to re-synch them after their schedules were all off during an intense weekend of non-stop book proposal hysteria.
I want to start out by saying that reading an almost-77,000–word manuscript (the length of the first draft of my book) takes a while. Doing even the laziest of edits is still, at the very […]
I once said aloud that I wished I had been born in the Middle Ages because then, if of course I didn’t die in childhood from the Bubonic Plague, I would actually have had a […]
As a writer of narrative nonfiction, journalism, memoir, travel narrative, humor, etc., I’m fine pitching work under my name.
My name is Sarah Wolfgang. In 2010, I was this person. I was cool.