May 18, 2012
I think of writing middle grade historical fiction based on growing up in the sixties, but I wasn't really part of or even aware of the world around me back then--I was too busy surviving my childhood, my mother and grandmother immersed in their own worlds and troubles. Nobody talked about the rightness or wrongness of the Viet Nam War, or why Martin Luther King was leading marches, or the budding feminism movement. Instead, we struggled, being evicted place to place, me changing schools and routinely bullied. Not until high school and college did I become aware of my times.