Today I’m celebrating something that happened several decades ago when Hopscotch House, belonging to the Kentucky Foundation for Women in Louisville, was just getting started and we needed an executive director.
Blog Posts on Kentucky
Moving at Sheeps’ Pace
Thinking about Tierra Wools’ herd of sheep moving from their summer in the highlands here, reminds me of the two orphan lambs I raised in Kentucky when I was growing up.
Winter at Wolf Pen Farm
It was never my intention to create a private estate, and it gives me great satisfaction to know that River Fields organizes seasonal wildflower walks at the farm, and that a generation of children is growing up in my three rental houses.
Hanging On
I’m visiting my old farm, Wolf Pen Branch Mill, ten miles east of Louisville, Kentucky for a few days, and find myself appalled, as always, by the spread of development.
Wolf Pen Mill Runs Again
Resounding through the maple and sycamore forest, the clanking must have drawn farmers from miles around, loading their carts with corn and driving over the rough stone road to the mill.
That Debutante Summer
My rebellion, uncomfortable as it was—for my classmates were my closest friends—also signaled my leaving the South, going to college, settling in the Northeast and marrying a man my mother’s friends identified, with horror, as a Yankee…
The Good Uses of Obsession
I never saw the Mickey Mouse Club, but I do remember adolescent obsession.
Telling the Truth
Our questioning of historical “truth” may be invalid when we are possessed of what we believe is the answer.
Montana Was Made for the Wild Man: Women and Bad Boys
We need to feel a connection to the heroic, so often defined as inherently male.
Hope
This is the way we save our history. Otherwise much of what we know becomes irrelevant.