I live in Oregon with my family. In a gentrified small town with many friends and a wine bar. My husband and I are still quite fond of each other, 16 years in. I have two babies. I got lucky. I was not always so.
I wrote a book called, Unmentionable: A Victorian Lady’s Guide to Sex, Marriage and Manners and it’s coming from Little, Brown around November. Also, if I may say so, it’s cracking good.
It’s about the underbelly of being a woman in the old days. We all love our historical romances and costume dramas, but do you ever wonder how they went to the bathroom in those hoop skirts? What they were taught about sex? How they handled their monthly unwellness when underpants as we know them wouldn’t be invented until the 1920s? (Crotchless, friends. I’m trying to tell you Victorian ladies wore crotchless panties.) That what my book is about. Also it’s really, really funny. And there’s pictures!
My favorite smarty-pants book is Lolita. My favorite sweatpants book is anything by Kate Morton or Gillian Flynn.
My family eats in front of the TV. I’m not proud of it. But there it is.