I have no other way to accept—or begin to accept—the tragedies over four generations that have engulfed my birth family.
Flashing on the Sixties
I am not an unequivocal admirer of that period, those people, and all that they caused—or helped to cause—to happen, in the early 1960’s and continuing to this day.
Two Women: Margaret and Doris
I’ve come to believe over the years that there is a core similarity that connects the lives of all women. I think it is our ability to adapt.
Choice
No one in her right mind is “pro-abortion.” I know from personal experience what a difficult decision this is.
My Grandmother Is Turning in Her Grave
My beloved grandmother could never have imagined that the enormous statue towering over her hometown would be pulled down, carved up and crated off to an uncertain future as it was a week ago.
Bounty
The soft, slow ending of the summer here brings much needed rain, coolness, and the coming to fruition of many fruits and vegetables.
Black Canyon
One of the many blessings of my life is the trail system in Hyde Park which starts about ten miles north of my house.
The Mother of All Bombs
I have trouble saying “we” dropped the bomb. But … we must accept a degree of responsibility.
Sorrow-Acre
We pay the price for our many forms of immaturity—but I prefer that to what seems to be the ironclad maturity of the well-cared-for Danes.
Her Pact With the Devil
The habit of forming pacts to shape her chosen life began when Karen Blixen was standing on a granite boulder at Folehave with her younger brother Thomas, then fourteen.