the feminist chinese women during the turn of the century and i wanted to write about my japanese culter't have the story or the culture unfortunately because i was born in san francisco, half chinese and half japanese but raised in the chinese culture. when it was time to write the second book and i knew i wanted to explore my japanese side it was going to be difficult in the way that i didn't know the culture. right away i had to learn a lot. it was something that was not engrained in me besides the story. i sat down and thought about the story my mother told me about her brother being ill. he at one point went from hong kong to japan to recuperate. he was the one that wanted to be an artist and wanted to paint. i thought about that because it must have been hard growing up in hong kong to be far away from everything and have a dream and get sick at this point. i thought u is there a story here? that's the way it begins for writers. people think things jump out and we have it in our head. it's the opposite we have nothing in our head. we turn on the machine and praying for something to

in a culter you are where news traveled slowly, both informing the public and heartening them. dolly was very conscious of the honor paid to her and sarah gale seton noticed the pride and patriotism that fused dolly's face and said i saw her color come and go. as always, dolly's visibility cut both ways and her position as a disinterested patriot did not go unquestioned. political enemies tried to turn events against her. samuel taggert -- thus tarnishing the united states' reputation. according to taggert, an englishman in the city basically observed that charlotte meaning the queen of great britain would not have done so with the american colors. dolly denied making such a gesture and indeed the story seems unlikely. such a public display of negativity seems out of character for a woman of such control and consciousness in addition to the fact that the federalists circulated the story seemed suspicious. according to dolly, when the men were carrying the flal flag by her, commodore stewart let his end fall and it was another lady who cried out trample on it, trample on it and