I am blessed—and have been for six long years—in being given the responsibility of writing Doris Duke’s biography.
Innards
by Sallie Bingham in Writing, Travel 3 Comments
Innards
Forgiving Myself Forgiving Ourselves
Artists use all the material our lives deliver to us–but the professional cost can be very high.
Mother Tongue
Now that writers are abjured not to write in dialect, we may be losing a connection to an older source than standard English.
Eating Alone
Last night I noticed how a repetitive task—each leaf pulled off the stalk, dipped in French dressing, and eaten—demands a particular sort of attention.
Counterculture Culture
For most of Grandfather’s neighbors and friends, memory of the communes is sharp and sour. We have yet to sweeten it.
Dogs, Horses—And Fish
“Don’t feel sorry for The Teaser,” our guide told us, though it seemed to me more likely we might feel sorry for the mares.
Art
Art doesn’t “fix” pain, but it provides a version of that tiny interval after the sufferer wakes and before the pain is remembered.
Work
I’m annoyed at the concert of writing in newspapers, magazines and books that claim that women don’t really want to work.
The Rocking Chair Tour
We never even got as far as humor when attempting to redefine manhood. Will humor get us nearer the starting gate when redefining age?
Claiming the Broom
The witch with her broom is also the woman tossed up in a basket—the high flyer, the visionary, terrifying to many… and more necessary now than ever.