The Dirt on Ti
The dirt on Fort Ti came home on my shoes. And my petticoats. And my gown. And possibly my face, which could explain the reactions I got when I stopped for gas ...
The dirt on Fort Ti came home on my shoes. And my petticoats. And my gown. And possibly my face, which could explain the reactions I got when I stopped for gas ...
or, Women’s History at Washington’s Crossing I haven’t dropped the peddling question, I promise! But I’m busy writing a paper for this c...
I play the maid a lot, or one the lower sort, both at home and abroad. I’ll be a maid in Newport again this February, and for that event, I’ve made ...
Perhaps because I just finished Longbourn and have just started Year of Wonders, servants are on my mind. In the family portrait at left, the servants are visib...
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