Sundry Miseries
Marissa Doyle
March 31, 2022
This is a brief article from the April 3, 1824 edition of The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction, which was sort of the Reader’s
Author : Marissa Doyle
Marissa Doyle graduated from Bryn Mawr College and went on to graduate school intending to be an archaeologist, but somehow got distracted. Eventually she figured out what she was really supposed to be doing and started writing. She’s channeled her inner history geekiness into a successful young adult historical fantasy series, and is now also happily writing contemporary romantic fantasy. She lives in her native Massachusetts with her family, including a pair of bossy but adorable pet rabbits, and loves quilting, gardening, and collecting antiques. Oh, and coffee.
Corporal Violet
Marissa Doyle
March 17, 2022
Violets. Aren’t they pretty? Such a charming picture to print—or rather, re-print in Ackermann’s Repository. The original image was a hugely popular one around France
So That’s What They Look Like
Marissa Doyle
March 3, 2022
I’m going to post a word, and I want you to tell me what mental image you get when you read it. Ready? Penknife. So
Mall-rats, Nineteenth Century Style–or, Meet the Beadles!
Marissa Doyle
February 17, 2022
When Lord George Cavendish, younger brother of the 5th Duke of Devonshire (or should I say brother-in-law of the famous Georgiana, Duchess of Devonshire?) inherited
I Wrote a Letter to My Love
Marissa Doyle
February 9, 2022
Who remembers writing letters—you know, sitting down with some stationery and a pen and being chatty or pouring out one’s innermost thoughts onto the page,
Is It Okay? No, But It’s OK
Marissa Doyle
October 7, 2021
Over the course of doing research, I ran across a fascinating fact about one of the most common casual expressions in use in modern times—“okay”.
Prinny Gets Gas
Marissa Doyle
September 30, 2021
In the first of my posts on lighting a couple of weeks ago, we saw how the world depended on candles and oil lamps…and as
Let There Be Light
Marissa Doyle
September 16, 2021
It’s early evening as I write this and getting a little dim in my office…so just now I leaned forward and with a small movement
