I’m an independent scholar, writer, artist, and psychotherapist. I was born in downtown Los Angeles and grew up in Augsburg, Germany, and Santa Barbara, California. I went to Austria on a Fulbright scholarship in high school, and spent my junior year in college studying at the Universität Tübingen, and then graduated from Tufts University with a dual major in English and German. I took a Fulbright Scholarship and lived in Hamburg for the year after college, and then started the Ph.D. program in Comparative Literature at UC Berkeley. I met my husband there, at an anti-apartheid rally. We moved to Washington, D.C., where he took a post-doc at the Smithsonian and I got a job working for Congresswoman Lynn Martin. Under her aegis, I coordinated the Congressional Caucus on Women’s Issues. A few years later, I followed my husband to New York City, where I became the Assistant Director of Government Relations at NYU. I left that job to care for my mother, who was dying from colon cancer in Santa Barbara. I was pregnant when she died. My son was born at Vassar College, where his father taught history and I taught Women’s Issues and Urban Studies. Once again I followed my husband to Arlington, Virginia, where he took another job and I began commuting back and forth from New Brunswick, New Jersey, in order to finish my Ph.D. in English. The same year that I landed a job as Assistant Professor of English at St. Louis University, I finished my dissertation (“Married to the Market: Gender and Economics from Milton to Defoe,” 1998) got divorced, and took up yoga, in that order. I loved my job but hated living so far from my son, so I searched and found a job at the University of Pittsburgh, teaching 18th Century Studies. I spent ten lonely years there, teaching graduate and undergraduate students feminist theory, gender studies, Shakespeare, Milton, and early 18th-century literature. I drove down to Arlington, where my son lived with his father, as often as I could. In 2004 and 2005 I had three wonderful opportunities, which I took: a scholarship to work on my book at the Shakespeare Folger Library in Washington, D.C.; a teaching position in London for Pitt students; and a Ahmanson-Getty fellowship at the William Andrews Clark Library of 17th and 18th century at UCLA. After I returned to Pitt the depression I had been battling since my mother died intensified, making it difficult to think clearly. Then my father died and I was named executor of an incredibly complicated estate that settled only after five acrimonious years. My depression worsened. I could not complete my book in time to come up for tenure, so I did not go up. I took some time to think and spent two months in Kathmandu, Nepal, with my son, volunteering for orphans recently rescued from slavery or servitude. I might have stayed there a long time, had my son been healthier. I felt he needed me to return to the States with him. I returned to school–in yoga and in social work. I became certified as a yoga teacher and licensed as a social worker, and went to work at Mercy Behavioral Health, a community mental health clinic that caters to the poorest and sickest people in Pittsburgh. After more than a year there, I had another opportunity–to live aboard a sailboat and travel through the South Seas. I spent 9 months traveling through the coastal Southern States and the Bahamas. I am now living in Pittsburgh, again caring for my son, practicing yoga, creating art, and writing. I am not depressed because I take my medication and exercise regularly. Life feels very open-ended just now, precious and rich. November 2016.