On a recent trip home to Kentucky, I came across a small worn black journal called “A Page A Day.”
Blog Posts about My Family
This Is the Hour of Lead
I think in fact there is no forgetting, but a different kind of remembering that goes on all the time in a deep, hidden layer…
Little Brother Comes Home
Jonathan will be back in the place he loved best, and the only place he ever felt he really belonged.
Margaret
We have no heroes and we blindly search for them everywhere. Women heroines need not apply.
My Grandmother Is Turning in Her Grave
My beloved grandmother could never have imagined that the enormous statue towering over her hometown would be pulled down, carved up and crated off to an uncertain future as it was a week ago.
The Way It Was
We all want to forget our history, especially when it is shameful, and for this reason I am particularly grateful for a just-published biography of my peers.
Father and Dame Ivy
During a vacation trip to England years ago, I became aware, to my surprise, of my father’s fascination with two British writers: Sylvia Townsend Warner and Ivy Compton-Burnett.
Pink Seesaws and My Birthday
I just passed a most delightful birthday with my Santa Fe family, outdoors, in 45 degrees, with coats and coconut cake baked by my eldest granddaughter.
Reclaiming Our Flag
It is still my flag, and ours.
My Mother’s 116th Birthday: December 24, 2020
It has taken me so long, decades after her death, to realize what a blessed and blessing spirit my mother, Mary Caperton Bingham, was.