Testimony of Work and Interaction

This cold morning, I am grateful to the midwife who worked in Rigby, Idaho in the winter of 1916. My father, A. Ray Tolman was born into a Mormon enclave in a house with no electricity. My grandmother told stories of how the warm water beside her birthing bed steamed and then froze in the sub-zero temperature. Their stories were framed by children, seasons, and weather conditions. I do the same as I write The Compromise: An American Novel.

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Beginning in the Dark

Something comes first in a coming-of-age novel. Like a living thing, it is only small and simple for a moment. It expands and grows more complex with each word. Writing has been an exquisite task, such that I might wish drafting to never end. Revising the opening yet again, has reinforced the mind’s nonlinear capacities….

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Fourth of July Declamation

The nation’s ideals continue to be questioned through acts of civil disobedience. I also respond as I write and revise my fiction, including the chapter “Awaken the Nation” about a Fourth of July declamation at the female academy. I continue to intensify my characters’ responses to injustice, one’s brave disruption and another’s equally brave mercy.

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Pioneers 1847

She lives to become a wife and mother, a pioneer woman in the flesh of my history. In the first storm of January 1847, a rider came up the road, bundled against the wind and hunched in the saddle. It was not George, who always sat tall with his hat pulled low, so I stood…

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