Just up at Los Angeles Review of Books, “My Story, Mystery,” another of my Letters to Dead People.* This one is addressed to Hild.

You were magnificent, I think, but hidden: a black hole at the heart of history. We can trace you only by your gravitational pull.


By writing your story I am looking at where we come from — the past — and believing we could have survived there as ourselves. By imagining you as possible, I am recasting what today we think might have been possible. By reclaiming the past, retelling it to include women as people, I’m remaking the present, and, I hope, changing the future.


* The first in the series is “The Women You Didn’t See,” a letter to Alice Sheldon a/k/a James Tiptree, Jr. Also available in the wonderful anthology, Letters to Tiptree.