I like to imagine the "what ifs" of history.

There is always so much talk about the sins of the fathers but it is the sins of the mothers that are the most difficult to avoid repeating.

When you write things down, they sometimes take you places you hadn't planned.

Never would I allow my size to define me. Instead I would define it.

I see things beyond what other people see. I am always looking for hidden corners and closets of a life that I feel aren't explored either by the person who lived it or the people writing about it.

Most readers of historical fiction are content to just get caught up in a good story, and that is what I want to do as an author. I am not concerned with people knowing exactly what I made up and what is real.

Why were there so many barriers between us, always? Barriers of clothing, of etiquette, of time and age and reason.