As this memorable year comes to an end, I’ve chosen my sixteen most popular posts of the year, based on visits, comments, Tweets and Facebook likes. It give me a great sense of satisfaction to know that I’ve been able to cover a lot of ground with these posts and in a satisfactory way.
I do appreciate your support and comments. — Sallie
Mother is long dead, and so the revelation of the second autopsy, in this book, has meaning only for me. But it has a great deal of meaning, reminding me, forcibly, to rely on my intuition, not matter what the cost.
We have spent several decades trying to undo the pernicious syndrome that blamed the victim for these attacks… but our attempts falter when common sense is thrown to the wind.
The American Dream didn’t just promote home ownership. It also promoted large families… The ideal, for some, was The Holy Family of the Bible.
The “angry white men” we hear so much about have every reason to be angry. Their reign, centuries long, is over.
No connection erases the primal fear that is a constant in our culture: the fear of the power of women.
My hometown city of Louisville, Kentucky is blooming as it never has before.
Those of us who are still alive must try to thrive outside of the tight circuit of the myth, which might be summed up in the Biblical phrase, “How are the mighty fallen!”
Our blue bubble here in New Mexico may be where we are all heading as we fight our way our of this crisis.
It is not too late for us women to wake up and realize what a woman president could do for all of us.
At issue is the question of whether Native American sovereignty has ever really been recognized or accepted by the powers that be.
I’ve avoided writing about what is going on in our presidential election, not wanting to focus more attention on this ignoble display. But Sunday night was too much.
Even in writing this piece, I am affected by the anxiety that grips all of us who write about contentious matters.
Since I first moved to Santa Fe twenty-five years ago, I’ve longed to gain an authentic and appropriate understanding of the people among whom we live and who were here long before us, and will remain.
We are an odd bunch, we people who ride the cross country trains.
For any of you who think, or have thought, about starting a writing group, here is a model that works.
The writer’s challenge is always to create the life rather than the theory or the explanation of the life…