We all want to forget our history, especially when it is shameful, and for this reason I am particularly grateful for a just-published biography of my peers.
Blog Posts about My Family
Father and Dame Ivy
During a vacation trip to England years ago, I became aware, to my surprise, of my father’s fascination with two British writers: Sylvia Townsend Warner and Ivy Compton-Burnett.
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.
Reclaiming Our Flag
It is still my flag, and ours.
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.
White Privilege
As I begin to re-read piles of research, looking for details I may have missed and will want to include in this final revision of Little Brother, I find myself face to face with this issue.
Little Brother
For the past four years, I’ve been chipping away at this complicated and difficult subject…
Rage
Whether it’s black rage or white rage—justified or not—rage makes me uncomfortable.
There Was an Old Woman Tossed up in a Basket
What we are all obliged to do now: to join in sweeping the cobwebs. There is a little time and a little space, provided by the pandemic, for such a sweeping…
How Libels Take Hold
Hearsay, sometimes passed down for three hundred years, sticks—especially if it is negative, and especially if it adheres to a woman.