Historical Fiction

There were warnings. But, who could really prove them to be anything more than propaganda? The Lusitania was the most luxurious passenger...

“We’ve got to choose one,” Nanay says as her voice breaks in two. I curl deeper into the heap of trash by our lean-to shack.  My Filipino...

Adsila. My name; meaning blossom in my native tribe. My tribe is Cherokee. And my tribe is dying. We walked and rode and cried and...