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…
Heroes in Breeches
I didn’t think the horseback-riding British midwives I worked for years ago in the Kentucky mountains were heroes.
The Happy Miner
When I worked as a courier for the Frontier Nursing Service, we were told to sing as we rode in the mountains so the moonshiners would know we were girls and hold their fire.
Rude Awakening
I… felt the midwives, and Mrs. Breckinridge, were just as foreign to me, possessed of some vision, some energy I’d never encountered before. I felt very small and very ignorant among them.