The wailing heart-broken sounds of old mountain melodies brought Kentucky here to the high desert.
Sons of Good Fathers
I was intrigued when I opened the current issue of Harper’s and read the listing for an article called “Letter From Louisville.”
Just Plain Too Many
A wise Buddhist recommends that we never tell anyone how old we are for if we do, we will be folded in with the tiresome, the incontinent, the disposable.
The Dead River
As we exist now in a time of political frenzy, misinformation and over-reaction, perhaps the repression that sits like a lid over nice people will lift a little. It did in the 1960s…
As We All Move Ahead…
A few days ago in Santa Fe, I went to the first big Native Fashion Week in a cavernous room in the Convention Center.
Boy Books
However they came to me, I’m eternally grateful for these books for they gave me the inspiration for my sense of daring—”chivalry”—that has stood me in good stead my whole life.
Brilliant Exiles: American Women in Paris 1900-1939
I never expected to see this current exhibit at any museum, least of all at the once sleepy Speed Museum in Louisville, Kentucky.
Before It All Went Away
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.
My Friendship Quilt (2025)
On the question of continuity.
High Five
My shopping cart was half full when I rolled it past a tall, handsome African American wearing a blue suit.