By an unfortunate coincidence, both of these houses are in danger of losing their primary purpose.
The Silver Fountain: A Granddaughter’s Dream
I have passed on my fascination with trains to at least one of my granddaughters.
We Had to Be Unlike Others to Survive
New thoughts about the way we are raising our sons are uppermost in my mind.
Why I Love Westerns
I try to ration my secret passion, or rather its secret satisfaction, like a love affair I don’t want anyone to know about.
An Unexpected Reason for Our Sliding Backwards…
It’s not a surprise to find that many young people are employed at firms where the parent of their same gender work, but since women are earning at a lower rate, I’d be surprised to find that as many young women follow their mothers into the job market as men follow their fathers.
Are We Sliding Backwards?
Am I pessimistic? Maybe so. But it’s a pessimism that I think is appropriate.
New Mexico Rain
I sometimes think the greatest disservice of many which has been done to women is the writing, recording and endlessly repeating of romantic songs.
Underpants on the Stove
I’ve just spent a few days with my son and grandson and am reminded of the delightful chaos of living with boys and men.
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.
A Patch of Blue Sky
I remember with increased gratitude the women I’ve known who, no matter what their circumstances, were able to continue to bring me light, warmth and humor.