Written by: Rosa Morgan My career as a physician and surgeon kept bread on my table, but it was my inventions that secured my name, Georg...

Written by Rosa Morgan Lockwood This is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,-- The simple news that Nature told, With t...

Written by Rosa Morgan Lockwood Sylvester stood at his larder, his fists clenched, blood rushing to his temples. He knew it was immoderat...

Written by Rosa Morgan Lockwood I was christened Victoria after my mother, but everyone calls me Vita. Though this is only a cursory des...