Carla Sarett's Blog

As a child, I rarely wrote.  I never had a diary.
I made pictures out of numbers, I created different characters for all the digits. Poor 8 was pregnant, and 9 was a dandy. When I added or subtracted, I invented marriages, divorces, wars, babies. (No wonder I loved arithmetic.)...

A somewhat darker story, informed by darker times, but still set in Philadelphia.  "The Wrong Time of Day" appears in Black Rabbit.  Many thanks to the editorial staff for the wonderful illustrations -- such a pleasure to see in an online publication...

Emma Stebbins
Recently I have been delving into what I think of as the "lost and found" in American art, namely the public works created by American female artists.  Some of these works are lost in a metaphorical sense: they are actually in plain view, but oddly,...

Those of us who are concerned with forgotten, neglected or generally under-valued female authors are grateful to Virago, the international publisher of books by women.  Through the efforts of Virago, we have been able to continue reading our favorite...