I might have forgotten Groundhog Day entirely except for a box that’s just arrived from my dear friend, Wren Smith, in Kentucky.
Fabulous Women
Here is the proof, internationally as well as nationally: women do more than survive; we lead.
My Dinner Guest
My dinner guest sits quietly as the sun sinks in the west behind her, but her quietness is temporary.
The Blessing of Snow
For anyone who lives where early January brings the first major snowfall, there is a feeling that everything is right with the world.
Pink Seesaws and My Birthday
I just passed a most delightful birthday with my Santa Fe family, outdoors, in 45 degrees, with coats and coconut cake baked by my eldest granddaughter.
We Must Listen
We are in the time now of the spouting of the dragon’s teeth but the soil was prepared for them decades ago.
Reclaiming Our Flag
It is still my flag, and ours.
We’ll Just Pretend It Never Happened
Sooner than we might expect, we will begin to blot out, explain away or even deny the importance of what happened in Washington, D.C.
My Mother’s 116th Birthday: December 24, 2020
It has taken me so long, decades after her death, to realize what a blessed and blessing spirit my mother, Mary Caperton Bingham, was.
Two More Seconds of Daylight
Where tribes were destroyed or driven out, many of us relative newcomers are not aware of the history that confronts us here in the Southwest every day.