Welcome! Allow me to introduce myself...
Halito, I'm Sarah Elisabeth Sawyer, author, speaker, and Choctaw storyteller. On my blog, I share stories, insights into Choctaw history and culture, and behind the scenes of my journey as a full-time writer.
Stories have the power to transform. I experience transformation when I write. You experience transformation when you read. And that's why I write. I want the stories you read to take you on a journey of quiet reflection, of looking deep and seeing the world through new eyes. To give you renewed life.
These stories aren't wrapped up in platitudes of happily ever after. But just as there's harsh reality, enduring hope and incredible rises from the ashes. You'll read how in the stories I write.
I invite you join me on this journey of discovery, a journey of hope. Bring some tissue.
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What others say:
- Touch My Tears: Tales from the Trail of Tears
- Tushpa's Story (Touch My Tears Collection)
- The Executions (Choctaw Tribune Series, Book 1)
- Traitors (Choctaw Tribune Series, Book 2)
- Third Side of the Coin (A Short Story Collection)
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Once upon a time...
a shy baby girl was born.
I had a message about kindness I wanted to share with the world. I was five years old and painfully bashful. So I wrote my message as a story.
I've been writing ever since.
Born and raised in Texas, I lived 4-H during my teen years. Horses, gardening, leadership, community service, and of course, recordbooks. And yes, I was homeschooled.
My dream in those days? To become a horse trainer and a writer.
In 2009, I surrendered all the crazy desires and expectations of and on my life to God. He brought writing back into my life, and I haven't looked back.
My world split in 2012 when my daddy passed. Singer, songwriter, storyteller. Through those gifts, Ara C. Sawyer told people about Jesus. Seriously. No matter where the conversation started with friends and strangers alike, that's where it ended up.
My world did split. Two days after my daddy passed, I was accepted into the Artist in Leadership Program with the National Museum of the American Indian (NMAI), Smithsonian Institution.
Two weeks in Washington, D.C - researching the Choctaw Trail of Tears, giving presentations, storytelling at the NMAI, the list goes on (and on in the blog posts.)
This is an excellent time to introduce you to my driving force, encourager, editor, mentor, and best friend. You got it. My mama, Lynda Kay Sawyer.
She has walked beside me every step of the way on this journey. The kind folks at the NMAI included her in my artist headshot session.
After the research portion of my NMAI program, I brought it home to my Choctaw community with a writing workshop to gather authors for what would become an epic project. We published Touch My Tears in 2013.
The next year, we published Third Side of the Coin, a collection of short stories that came from my entries in the Faithwriters.com Writing Challenge. That challenge played a huge role in shaping me into the storyteller I am.
In 2015, First Peoples Fund welcomed me into their family through the Artist in Business Leadership fellowship. This boosted my writing career to the next level, helping me publish my next two books, The Executions and Tushpa's Story. I now write monthly content for the First Peoples Fund eSpirit newsletter and the Chahta Foundation as a freelance copywriter.
It's been a long journey of beautiful things and incredible challenges, of joy, heartaches, but always, always hope.
I hope you enjoyed following my journey. If you did, I'd love to hear from you. Send me a note here. And I'd be honored if you joined me on my reader community newsletter. It's the best way to stay in touch with me: