On a recent trip home to Kentucky, I came across a small worn black journal called “A Page A Day.”
This Is the Hour of Lead
I think in fact there is no forgetting, but a different kind of remembering that goes on all the time in a deep, hidden layer…
We Will Never Learn
Finally, finally, the story of the Native American boarding schools in the U.S. has been sprung open by the discovery of the buried remains of more than a hundred children at a residential boarding school in Canada.
Little Brother Comes Home
Jonathan will be back in the place he loved best, and the only place he ever felt he really belonged.
Old Fire Dragaman and Women’s Anger
As long as guilt and fear hamper us, what weapons do we have to combat cruel and unfair treatment?
The Abandoned
An indication of the “treatment” they were given is shown in Lundy’s sketches of the medicine bottles she found: mercury cyanide, mercury chloride and tincture of belladonna (deadly nightshade.) The sketches are burnt into paper with a soldering iron.
Tractor Art
This broken fragment means more to me than the vaunted collections of art I’ve seen in many museums, here and all over the world—this humble evidence of respect for handiwork and the human need to embellish.
Margaret
We have no heroes and we blindly search for them everywhere. Women heroines need not apply.
Lipstick
I often smile now to think of my vow and my doomed attempt to get my friends to copy me. But I also love and admire that earnest girl who knew, even then, that I was going to choose a different path.
O for a Muse of Fire
Ordinary, daily speech has always been sloppy, but what is sliding away is the higher use of words as in the great plays, great literature, and great poetry.