Rather than descending into crankiness, I decided on my last trip away from home to give it a try. So here goes…
Blog Posts on Kentucky
The Secret in the Persimmon Seed
I remember my father, at the end of a long family trip to Europe, exclaiming with delight as we drove home: “Still the most beautiful place in the world!”
Tell Me About Despair
One of the poems that means most to me is Mary Oliver’s “Wild Geese.” I remember when I first read it, years ago, I felt moved and inspired—and then wondered, “How does she dare?” The message remains revolutionary.
Home Sweet Home
As I prepared on Friday to head back to Kentucky for a short visit, I was reflecting on the meaning of home.
À la recherche
I was single and at that time and in that place, single women seemed slightly suspect; when I called the local ballet company to order one ticket, I was told they were only sold in pairs.
The (Un)Known Project
Recently when I was in Louisville, I walked down to the Ohio River to see In Our Elders’ Footprints and On the Banks of Freedom, installations which commemorate the enslaved people of the state.
Slave Breeding in Kentucky
Since coming home from Kentucky last week, I’ve had the privilege of connecting with several academics who have put many hours into researching this controversial and hidden topic.
Jacob Street
Jacob Street when I was growing up in the prosperous white suburbs had only one meaning: that was the address of Lizzie Baker’s house.
We Always Wanted to Win
Yes, we always wanted to win. And sometimes, we do.
A Rising Tide Lifts All Boats
As we stumble as individuals and as nations through a time of great uncertainty, some individuals and even some nations also stumble toward various forms of often painful enlightenment.