This is the way we save our history. Otherwise much of what we know becomes irrelevant.
Hope
by Sallie Bingham in Kentucky 2 Comments
Hope
First We Burn
The national news, which almost never recognizes that New Mexico is a state—after all we have only five Congressional delegates—has been pricked into awareness by our five fires, one of
Escaping the Labyrinth of Nostalgia
As the first copies of my memoir, Little Brother, begin to circulate, I’m struck by the way some friends have responded to the photograph of Jonathan on the cover.
Where Are the Men
We really can’t be expected by any sane human being to take ALL the responsibility for consequences that will burden and at times nearly destroy our lives.
Moscow Rehearsals
One of the serendipitous rewards of time spent in New York City is the rediscovery of long lost and forgotten connections.
Who Left the Prayerbook by the Road?
Looking at it closely, I saw that it had been much used, the gilt on the edges of the pages half worn off, the pages themselves, thin as onion skin, dry and vulnerable.
Another Silent Spring
Would it have made a difference if a man had written it, a well-known scientist? I wondered that this morning as I walked through our parched and silent woods here
How Things Change
It’s a small example and yet, I think, a telling one: how women were admitted as members to the Harvard Club of New York City.
You Said It
It was a surprise to find myself on Palm Sunday, at the end of a crowd of several hundred people, following a cross through midtown Manhattan with police cars barring traffic.
Doris Farewell
Thursday night I was privileged to present a conversation about my book and Doris Duke in one of the huge gilded rooms at Rough Point…