This is our future. It is a future that depends on the hard work of women and African Americans; women certainly played no role in early manufacturing, and African Americans would have been limited to the lowest-paid jobs.
High Five
My shopping cart was half full when I rolled it past a tall, handsome African American wearing a blue suit.
Loving Change
Rather than descending into crankiness, I decided on my last trip away from home to give it a try. So here goes…
The Secret in the Persimmon Seed
I remember my father, at the end of a long family trip to Europe, exclaiming with delight as we drove home: “Still the most beautiful place in the world!”
The (Un)Known Project
Recently when I was in Louisville, I walked down to the Ohio River to see In Our Elders’ Footprints and On the Banks of Freedom, installations which commemorate the enslaved people of the state.
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.
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.
Wolf Pen Mill Runs Again
Resounding through the maple and sycamore forest, the clanking must have drawn farmers from miles around, loading their carts with corn and driving over the rough stone road to the mill.
Hope
This is the way we save our history. Otherwise much of what we know becomes irrelevant.
My Father
I never asked my father about his manicures. It didn’t seem appropriate to raise such a frivolous topic with a dedicated newspaper publisher.