Do I think grief is catching, like some new variant of the pandemic?
Blog Posts about My Family
Remembering Will: March 3, 1970 – April 2017
Riding Amtrak’s Southwest Chief, the only train left that travels east and west across our country and down to New Orleans, I notice as we cross the desert in New Mexico the small forgotten places…
My Father
I never asked my father about his manicures. It didn’t seem appropriate to raise such a frivolous topic with a dedicated newspaper publisher.
Oh Those Resolutions!
A dear friend of mine reinvented the ritual of New Year’s Resolutions this year, writing a letter on paper trimmed with gold stars to send to his friends…
Mary’s Birthday
No, not that Mary, who was busy having a baby, but my mother, Mary Caperton Bingham.
A Page a Day
On a recent trip home to Kentucky, I came across a small worn black journal called “A Page A Day.”
This Is the Hour of Lead
I think in fact there is no forgetting, but a different kind of remembering that goes on all the time in a deep, hidden layer…
Little Brother Comes Home
Jonathan will be back in the place he loved best, and the only place he ever felt he really belonged.
Margaret
We have no heroes and we blindly search for them everywhere. Women heroines need not apply.
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.