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.
2017 SOKY Book Fest: Workshop
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.
The Best Photos of the Year
These are my favorite photos of the last year, with links to their blog posts (if any)—Sallie Little brother made up for Christmas play, my next book…: This Writer’s Life
Weaving the Past into the Present
My experience of discovering letters, diaries and writings left by my mother, grandmother and great-grandmother, which became The Blue Box: Three Lives in Letters.
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.