Memoir Excerpts by Miriam Sagan

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To What We Lost – Miriam Sagan

From her memoir in progress called “Stash,” Miriam Sagan shares the confusion and some life altering moments in her childhood. It is riveting to read the perspective of a life filled with different events, different interactions, and yet the feelings are all too familiar. They touch the inner workings of a child’s mind with pure and simple honesty.


My mother and I are in a painting class, I think at a Y, in the city. I’m maybe four years old. It’s real paint, thick, strong primary colors. Real brushes, big handled, broom to whisk the paint on to paper tacked on the easels. My mother is painting fireworks, blossoms of color dripping down the sky. I’m painting…well, whatever a child paints. Shape. Big. Thick. Flow.

My mother doesn’t tell me it’s good. She cares about her painting, not mine.

“How do you…

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About Miriam Sagan

I'm blogging about poetry, land art, haiku, women artists, road trips, and Baba Yaga at Miriam's Well ( The well is ALWAYS looking to publish poetry on our themes, sudden fiction, and guest bloggers and musers.

6 thoughts on “Memoir Excerpts by Miriam Sagan

  1. Wonderful. I want to read more. My younger daughter couldn’t read either. I read at 4, my older daughter taught herself around that age too. But Anne just couldn’t. Fortunately I’d put her in a small, progressive, private school. Public school was making us both crazy. I was poor but Rivendell was cheap and her dad paid half. I worried about her not reading. The grade school teacher and co-owner was not worried at all. Some kids read in kindergarten she said. If they don’t it happens in 4th grade. Don’t worry, don’t push her, it really will happen. And the summer before 4th grade she could read everything. All of a sudden, like a switch had turned on. I’m so grateful to that woman. I chose to believe her and it saved me so much fretting. And Anne didn’t have to put up with me pushing and nagging and worrying. Because I would have. Reading your piece reminded me of those days—as a single mom, eking out a living at a job I hated, waiting until I could get back into college. And Anne suddenly reading all the billboards as we drove home one day.

    On Mon, Nov 16, 2020 at 16:58 Miriam’s Well: Poetry, Land Art, and Beyond wrote:

    > Miriam Sagan posted: “Delighted to be published here!” >

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