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.
The Shawnee Have Their Own Park in Ohio
Margaret, if she were alive, would smile secretly, shielding her pleasure from her censorious Virginia relatives.
Some More Questions
There’s a magic for me as a somewhat hidden writer (essential for my work) when a book launch brings me into connection with new people.
Three Ideas: A Biography and Two Histories
It will soon be time for me to start another three or four year writing project. I’d love to hear which of these three ideas you find most appealing…
Weaving the Threads of Historical Fiction: Ingenuity, Research, Integrity
Margaret could watch, she could listen, and she could learn—and I learned along with her through research, thought, and writing and rewriting her story.
We Love Our Bad Boys
The bad boys all share a certain set of characteristics, which I think of every time I see women’s enchanted faces turned up toward Donald Trump as he speaks.
Book Banning Begins at Home
I’m hoping that the individuals who object to my book may in some form or another communicate with me.
What We Are Losing
Do we really believe in education as a free exchange of ideas?
The Happy Family
My generation was known for our disruptions, the massive number of divorces and desertions that the rapid changes of the 1960’s and 1970’s ushered in… Fortunately, that bitterness seems by now to be at least partly assuaged.
Now It’s Happening!
I have been feeling for years that the big effort we made in the early 1980’s to expand the presence of women as playwrights and directors had stalled.