I’m visiting my old farm, Wolf Pen Branch Mill, ten miles east of Louisville, Kentucky for a few days, and find myself appalled, as always, by the spread of development.
Blog Posts on Kentucky
Wolf Pen Mill Runs Again
Resounding through the maple and sycamore forest, the clanking must have drawn farmers from miles around, loading their carts with corn and driving over the rough stone road to the mill.
That Debutante Summer
My rebellion, uncomfortable as it was—for my classmates were my closest friends—also signaled my leaving the South, going to college, settling in the Northeast and marrying a man my mother’s friends identified, with horror, as a Yankee…
The Good Uses of Obsession
I never saw the Mickey Mouse Club, but I do remember adolescent obsession.
Telling the Truth
Our questioning of historical “truth” may be invalid when we are possessed of what we believe is the answer.
Montana Was Made for the Wild Man: Women and Bad Boys
We need to feel a connection to the heroic, so often defined as inherently male.
Hope
This is the way we save our history. Otherwise much of what we know becomes irrelevant.
Old Fire Dragaman and Women’s Anger
As long as guilt and fear hamper us, what weapons do we have to combat cruel and unfair treatment?
Saving Wolf Pen Mill
Wake up, you well-off widows! We are all part of a world that is threatened by our individual decisions.
Huck and The Daughters
Mark Twain’s novel, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, easily his masterpiece, was published eighteen years earlier and would have given the ladies palpitations if they had dared to read it.