Please Give Eris Field a Warm Welcome

At 19, a registered nurse, married to a Turkish doctor, and working as a surgical nurse in a cancer hospital, I seized spare moments to write short stories—all rejected. As time went by, I accumulated children, five permanent ones of my own and five exchange students who came during summers. During this time, I read extensively about the history of the vast Ottoman Empire and was a founding member of a Turkish-American family group in Western New York. My husband, Dogan, and I researched the...