My first party dresses were sewn by hand—not machine—by my adored grandmother, Helena Lefroy Caperton, my mother’s mother, of Richmond, Virginia.
Two Queens
What could be more different than these two queens?
Thread Dresses
Just as I was beginning to feel discouraged came a revelation as I was getting a cup of coffee at my neighborhood hangout here in Santa Fe.
Killing the Mama Snake
I must write my story of this place… a story of the intersection of cultures here that seem to have no history or sense of conservation in common.
Is It Sunset Time for Apache Mesa Ranch?
I haven’t written about my ranch in south-eastern New Mexico, near the old town of Las Vegas, for some time. In the interval, a lot has changed.
The Personal Is Political
We may all be susceptible to thinking our “personal” stories are nothing more than personal, forgetting over and over again that, as Gloria Steinem said, “The personal is political.”
Finding Hope
As I come to the completion of this draft of The Eyes of Addicts, I work hard not be overwhelmed with sadness… yet there is always light in the darkness.
Lux
At a fundraiser I was hosting the other day for New Mexico Women Rising, I met the publisher of LUX, a new slick magazine aiming to secure “The Future of Feminist Journalism.”
There Are Just Too Many of Us
We’ve all experienced the overcrowding of big cities, from which some of us fled to small towns like Santa Fe, now overwhelmed too with commercial development and part-time residents.
Better Late Than…
One of the most interesting facets of my biography of Doris Duke was the question of her inheritance.