On a recent visit to Western Maryland, my husband and I stopped in the Garrett County Historical Society Museum in Oakland. It’s chock full of memorabilia from every age back to when Native Americans traveled on what is now Route 219. I loved seeing the old tools, a log cabin recreated at the back of…
The Historical Novel Society came to town for its bi-annual conference and I was there. HNS2019 met in National Harbor, on the shores of the Potomac, June 20-22, bringing together historical writers of all stripes — Biblical, Civil War, ancient Rome, 1960s. We talked about everything from marketing to dancing a reel.The wonderful Dolen Perkins-Valdez …
How did you become a writer? Or a reader, for that matter? How did I get here? All those unseen hands. Sure, I’ve got the hands that have worn out the letter A on my laptop from hours of tapping out new stories, ideas, synopses, query letters. But I can never forget the unseen hands.…
Since I was a girl growing up near Annapolis, I have been awed by the knowledge that George Washington and Congress itself once graced the halls of our state capital. It was in the Old Senate Chamber on December 23, 1783, that the General of the Continental Army resigned his commission as commander-in-chief. It was…
When the Battle of Antietam was over, the casualties numbered more than 23,000. No single day of battle has every been more horrific. I have always been amazed by the stories of those who showed up to help, especially the women who rolled up their sleeves and fed wounded soldiers, read to them, offered a…
The soldiers, both Union and Confederate, who fought at Antietam (Sharpsburg, if you like) are remembered for their courage and the sacrifices they made. Some paid the ultimate price. Others paid with pain and suffering for the rest of their lives. But they weren’t the only heroes on the battlefield that day and in the…
I almost got tripped up by tomatoes. When I was creating the world of DIVIDED LOYALTIES, I thought I considered everything. I went through antique photos of clothes and uniforms. I drove through the countryside near Sharpsburg so I knew what Maureen saw as she marched from home to hospital and back. I read an article (thanks…
