I’m Proof That Dreams Come True

I remember it so clearly. I’d just crawled out of my claw foot bathtub—the one luxurious thing in the drafty old house I couldn’t afford to heat. My body steamed in the frigid bathroom. It was COLD, baby. Forty-eight degrees, to be exact. Inside my house. How do I...

Making a Quill Pen

As a writer of historical fiction, I find that walking in my characters’ shoes enriches the authenticity of my work in ways research cannot. Take, for example, the stunning letters of the past. I could write a scene that includes a writer’s quill pen gliding fluidly...

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