Times change. Time passes. A younger generation stands to inherit. One of its members challenged her ancient relative, the present owner, with what she feels is his guilt because of slavery.
Blog Posts about My Family
What Dresses Meant and Mean to Us
My first party dresses were sewn by hand—not machine—by my adored grandmother, Helena Lefroy Caperton, my mother’s mother, of Richmond, Virginia.
Finding Hope
As I come to the completion of this draft of The Eyes of Addicts, I work hard not be overwhelmed with sadness… yet there is always light in the darkness.
Better Late Than…
One of the most interesting facets of my biography of Doris Duke was the question of her inheritance.
Graduation Day in Snow, Colorado Springs, Colorado
The great benefit of an education in the humanities, now becoming a rarity, is its introduction via the Greek and Elizabethan playwrights to what they called “The tears in things.”
Do I Grieve
Do I think grief is catching, like some new variant of the pandemic?
Remembering Will: March 3, 1970 – April 2017
Riding Amtrak’s Southwest Chief, the only train left that travels east and west across our country and down to New Orleans, I notice as we cross the desert in New Mexico the small forgotten places…
My Father
I never asked my father about his manicures. It didn’t seem appropriate to raise such a frivolous topic with a dedicated newspaper publisher.
Oh Those Resolutions!
A dear friend of mine reinvented the ritual of New Year’s Resolutions this year, writing a letter on paper trimmed with gold stars to send to his friends…
Mary’s Birthday
No, not that Mary, who was busy having a baby, but my mother, Mary Caperton Bingham.