Susan Shafarzek

  • As a Tuskegee Airman, the late Leon “Woodie” Spears was one of fewer than 1,000 African-Americans pilots in the U.S. Army Air Corps during World War II. He was among the last cadets to be trained on the gro […]

  • Melissa Sinclair is the 2nd place winner in Streetlight’s 2021 Essay/Memoir Contest
     

    “Can u go to the parler with me today if u don’t have any plans?”

    This text is from my friend Nighat, who is gettin […]

  • Kate Sheridan is the 1st place winner in Streetlight’s 2021 Essay/Memoir Contest
     

    I wasn’t always a thief. But some losses demand rebalancing. Redistribution. Retribution?

    In hindsight, I should have as […]

  • Each week, my husband completes the New York Times Sunday Magazine crossword puzzle in about thirty minutes, leaving no square unfilled. He writes in pen and never crosses anything out. Starting at 1 Across, and […]

  • Yes, champagne, please. It’s a red letter day here at the essay/memoir neighborhood of Streetlight: time to announce (appropriate fanfare) the outcome of our sixth essay/memoir contest. It’s a time of hop […]

  • There was small marble sculpture of an aged figure on an unpretentious pedestal near the eastern end of St. Donatus Park, a leafy space in the old city of Louvain, Belgium. The figure was that of a seated […]

  • Susan Shafarzek wrote a new post 3 years ago

    There are audiobooks enhanced by the author’s voice reading their own words (Becoming by Michele Obama), and those where an otherwise terrific book in print is hindered by the author’s out-loud read (Kamala Har […]

  • Susan Shafarzek wrote a new post 3 years ago

    On a windy day in December, just after the sun had set, I stepped out to go to the grocery store for milk. The wind whipped my hair across my glasses, and I didn’t see the uneven sidewalk by the Greek r […]

  • Rebecca leaned into the driver’s-side window while I let the engine idle. Her brown hair had lengthened over the summer, and some strands fluttered into the car. The constellations in the ink-black sky and two l […]

  • Ten years after graduation, at seven a.m., Sunday morning, I round the corner to my office and nearly stumble into a distraught family in prayer. Six adults, seated with their heads bowed, listen as a Catholic […]

  • My study may be a mess, but, on one wall, I have meticulously created a shrine of sorts. My “Air Force Wall” is—like my connections to its theme—a mixture of the authentic and inauthentic. The shrine came togethe […]

  • Marinara stains blotted my white hoodie’s waist hem like blood droplets. Posters of fighter jets lined the grey walls of the recruiter’s office. A Dodgers baseball cap squeezed straight brown hair over my ears and […]

  • I have a scar under my chin, right at the end where it meets the jaw. You can’t see it unless I’m hanging upside down, which is a rare occurrence these days. I’d forgotten about it—hadn’t seen or touched its rough […]

  • The sound of rustling leaves, like old fashioned petticoats, soothed the cold lodged like a stone above my brow. Compliant for once to the vagaries of my body, I stretched out on the floor letting my mind […]

  • Genevra Levinson is an Honorable Mention in Streetlight’s 2020 Essay/Memoir Contest
    It is autumn. I think of Mary Oliver’s river of loss as I watch the trees burn fragrantly and allow themselves to be naked in t […]

  • Vicky Oliver is an Honorable Mention in Streetlight’s 2020 Essay/Memoir Contest
    It was an orgy of silk and satin and velvet. Twenty cocktail dresses sprawled on my floor, all temptresses still in their peak, […]

  • J Brooke is an Honorable Mention in Streetlight’s 2020 Essay/Memoir Contest
    There were many reasons I didn’t play with Barbie dolls. Besides being gender-nonconforming before the term existed, besides not l […]

  • When I was a toddler, I named my hands “Turner” and “Bobby.” Turner was my dominant right hand, the one used to access closed doors and cupboards. My parents say I blamed “Turner” when I spilled a glass of mi […]

  • Carol Jeffers is an Honorable Mention in Streetlight’s 2020 Essay/Memoir Contest
    “Stephanie wanted you to have her eyes,” her sister Susie said. “Please say you’ll take them.” That was in 2018, the second ti […]

  • The following is a conversation with Karin Cecile Davidson, whose first novel, Sybelia Drive, is being published this fall by Braddock Avenue Books (October 6th).
    Sybelia Drive is a Vietnam-era novel that tells […]

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