Expertise is always thrilling… the crucial ingredients are the same: talent, persistence. And heart.
Blog Posts about My Family
Champs
Groundhog Day
I don’t adore the day because of the early arrival of spring but because it is the birthday of Lucy Cummings, the blessed woman who raised me from birth to age thirteen.
Thirty Years Ago…
Those of us who are still alive must try to thrive outside of the tight circuit of the myth, which might be summed up in the Biblical phrase, “How are the mighty fallen!”
Christmas Eve: My Mother’s 111th Birthday
I understand her decision although it causes me a spasm of regret, as all the dreams abandoned by women do: the great heap of the unrealistic and the unrealizable that lies alongside nearly every woman’s life.
A Memore of Christmas Past
Nostalgia is not my strong suit. Most family rituals, in my experience, long outlive their usefulness… Fortunately, there are exceptions.
The Happy Miner
When I worked as a courier for the Frontier Nursing Service, we were told to sing as we rode in the mountains so the moonshiners would know we were girls and hold their fire.
Dog Love
He let me know he feels leashes are an indignity by chewing up two of them and making good progress on the third.
Black Pip Comes Home
He’s proving to be a great trail dog, too. Meeting something about his size but old and timid this morning, he greeted her politely; her owner congratulated me on adopting a black male pit bull.
Black Pip
I have never understood prejudice although I grew up encased in its most virulent form, in the pre-integration south. Hatefulness always seems to me put on, curiously beside the point, as though an evil wind passed through and deposited nasty expressions and ugly words randomly as it passed.
Mary Lily Kenan Flagler Bingham: The Truth Will Out
Mother is long dead, and so the revelation of the second autopsy, in this book, has meaning only for me. But it has a great deal of meaning, reminding me, forcibly, to rely on my intuition, not matter what the cost.