Thinking about Tierra Wools’ herd of sheep moving from their summer in the highlands here, reminds me of the two orphan lambs I raised in Kentucky when I was growing up.
Privilege and the Privy
If there is any excuse for privilege—and I don’t think there’s any hope of eliminating it in the near or long future—it’s that inheritors have an obligation to preserve land.
Digging In
Certainly my methods of research are sometimes unorthodox… but I am not saddled with the literal-minded over-reliance on facts that a PhD sometimes confers.
Cleaning Out My Outhouse
I enjoy my outhouse because it is in my view transgressive. I enjoy transgressions and I miss the energy of evil… the shaking of the roots of our assumptions… in most of the contemporary fiction I read and even in a lot of the fiction I write.
Mary Lily Kenan Flagler Bingham: The Truth Will Out
Mother is long dead, and so the revelation of the second autopsy, in this book, has meaning only for me. But it has a great deal of meaning, reminding me, forcibly, to rely on my intuition, not matter what the cost.