San Francisco, 1933 Dear Madam Mariana: I’m writing to ask your advice, as I find myself in a most untenable situation. I recently arrived in San Francisco, after much effort, […]
Madam Mariana gets her first question!
Well, it looks like Madam Mariana has her first question, from another Mariana back in 1586 (maybe they’re related across the centuries? #reincarnation) And she thinks she’s consulted Mme Mariana […]
New Game! Dear Madam Mariana, advice for the lovelorn
I’ve added a new game to the blog! So much fun to be had, when characters from historical fiction write to the all-knowing, all-seeing, ever-so-wise-ass Madam Mariana. Madam Mariana will […]
Cuban Coffee
Early morning in Havana Nothing about Cuba is as expected. As the Cubans say in describing their own country, “it’s complicated.” Even a cup of breakfast coffee can be complicated. […]
One-fruit compote, or the last Christmas Eve standing
I came from a family where the less said about religion the better. My Polish Jewish mother had suffered unspeakable cruelties at the hands of the Nazis, and survived by […]
