History class was a forty-minute squirm from which I would emerge unscathed by insight. Down the hall in English Lit, though, there were stories to be had, and it was stories I craved.

If someone had told me in high school that one day I'd write an historical novel, I would have rolled my eyes.

I'm married to Kevin, a photographer whose career has put him on the campaign trail with presidential candidates and sent him on assignment to far-flung places for long periods of time. It was sometimes rough when our children were small, and I was beginning to write in earnest.

If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.

I was an English and history major, and I was in a class that culminated in a play at the end of the semester for Father's Weekend-we had a thing at our college called Father's Weekend where we all paid tribute to our fathers.

Nature pulls one way and human nature another.