“Don’t feel sorry for The Teaser,” our guide told us, though it seemed to me more likely we might feel sorry for the mares.
Blog Posts on Kentucky
The witch with her broom is also the woman tossed up in a basket—the high flyer, the visionary, terrifying to many… and more necessary now than ever.
These are my favorite photos of the last year, with links to their blog posts (if any)—Sallie Little brother made up for Christmas play, my next book…: This Writer’s Life The Pond, Santa Fe, NM: Over the Hills and a Great Way Off The Little House on the Prairie: The Little House on the Prairie
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
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.
Expertise is always thrilling… the crucial ingredients are the same: talent, persistence. And heart.
I didn’t know many men who had fun. I didn’t know any women. It seemed scandalous to me that Willie Snow could enjoy herself.
Memorial Day, commenced in 1866 as Decoration Day, was at first specifically meant to honor the Confederate dead; when it became a national holiday in 1921, it was renamed to honor the dead in all our wars, another effort to erase differences and commodify mourning.
A community limited to those who look like us will never be a community, which can only be formed through an amalgamation of differences and the necessary level of trust.