Yesterday, as I was walking through my garden admiring the play of early light on leaves and flowers, I looked up at the old trellis and found two eyes staring at me.
Blog Posts about My Family
Boy Books
However they came to me, I’m eternally grateful for these books for they gave me the inspiration for my sense of daring—”chivalry”—that has stood me in good stead my whole life.
My Friendship Quilt (2025)
On the question of continuity.
Remembering Gardens
Now as spring slowly, very slowly, arrives here in the southern Rockies with what may be the last snowfall of the season just a week behind us, I’m reminded of all the spring gardens I’ve enjoyed, beginning with Easter in Kentucky.
Nigerian Leaper
Wherever you are as you read this, however disturbed and disheartened by the condition of our country, remember the Nigerian Leaper.
On the Cusp
My excitement leading up to Christmas Day was so powerful it hurt, and I dimly felt that I was excited in a way that couldn’t be easily resolved.
My Mother’s Nightgown
Wednesday as we were reeling from the aftereffects of the election, my dear sister Eleanor sent me a care package.
The Secret in the Persimmon Seed
I remember my father, at the end of a long family trip to Europe, exclaiming with delight as we drove home: “Still the most beautiful place in the world!”
My Next Book After My Next Book
How fortunate I am to have access to this incredibly rich trove of letters! Now that letter writing is at an end, there will be no more such collections.
Clifford
Writing to “My Dear Mary”—her niece and my mother—in 1954, Rose Caperton explained that the three leather-bound books she was sending had belonged to Mary’s great-great-great grandmother.