Stand with me in the shoes of Bridgett Travers in the Essex Quarterly Court in September of 1646. She hears her own heart beating, feels...

You might think that sharing a couch with a descendant of the man who besmirched our earliest Travis mom’s reputation would be an awkward...

I’ll begin with a reminder: Jonathan and his wife, Grace, were the first in a long line of Fairbanks descendants that led to my mom, then...

I sit at a plastic folding table to write, not because I love plastic tables but because the window at my shoulder opens onto the woods...