I was single and at that time and in that place, single women seemed slightly suspect; when I called the local ballet company to order one ticket, I was told they were only sold in pairs.
Some More Questions
There’s a magic for me as a somewhat hidden writer (essential for my work) when a book launch brings me into connection with new people.
We Always Wanted to Win
Yes, we always wanted to win. And sometimes, we do.
A Rising Tide Lifts All Boats
As we stumble as individuals and as nations through a time of great uncertainty, some individuals and even some nations also stumble toward various forms of often painful enlightenment.
Hanging On
I’m visiting my old farm, Wolf Pen Branch Mill, ten miles east of Louisville, Kentucky for a few days, and find myself appalled, as always, by the spread of development.
Telling the Truth
Our questioning of historical “truth” may be invalid when we are possessed of what we believe is the answer.
bell
I only met bell hooks once at a large feminist gathering—but as it happens when a powerful woman is in the room, her presence registered.
A Page a Day
On a recent trip home to Kentucky, I came across a small worn black journal called “A Page A Day.”
Wolf Pen and the World
We never escape our past or our responsibility for our past, as we never escape the future we have agreed to create.
2017 SOKY Book Fest: Panel – Nonfiction
This year at the Southern Kentucky Book Fest I will be presenting a workshop on memoir writing on Friday afternoon and also be part of a nonfiction panel on Saturday morning.