Mapping the Road Not Taken: Do You Want a Do-Over?

I want a Do Over. I want to stand at the doorway to Time and Space and get to decide what will help my fellow humans, and what will destroy them. So far, I have not been invited to do this. But that doesn’t stop me from dreaming.

Mapping the Road Not Taken: Reclaiming Russian History

In my book, The Road Not Taken, my protagonist and her lover travel to Moscow to recover original Van Gogh paintings that the superrich Russians had hanging in their bathrooms in one or another of their vast mansions.

Mapping the Road Not Taken: The Nearest Department Store Cosmetics Counter

Buy a copy of The Road Not Taken, and then tell me about it on social media @SusanRubin1 on Twitter or @SusanRubinWriter on Instagram. Send a screenshot of the receipt, a photo of the book on your table—anything! Show me the book. In return, I have a mysterious gift to offer with that purchase. (The gift is not lipstick, but it is fun!)

Mapping the Road Not Taken: Yoruba Priestesses, Chibok Schoolgirls, and the Human Spirit

The human spirit is the strongest force on Earth. When it is raised in a harmonious way, when it is used to right an injustice, there is no armament that can fell it.

Mapping the Road Not Taken: My Cousin Vinny’s House in Arles

Have you ever wished you could go to another time and space—a different century, country, someplace unknown, maybe unreal? I have. That’s why my protagonist in “The Road Not Taken” walks right into a Van Gogh painting.

Mapping the Road Not Taken: Three German Words That Threatened Women’s Freedom

There’s a lot about Weimar in The Road Not Taken. (There’s even an excerpt of some of those chapters up at Ms. magazine!) To this day, I haven’t seen an environment in which women were so free—and I grew up in Greenwich Village. This brings me to today’s magical question: What three words define your freedom?

Mapping the Road Not Taken: Four Egyptian Myths and a Second Chance at Life

Egyptian mythology says that your heart gets weighed against a feather when you die. I like that. You get judged for what you did with the lifetime you just lived. That brings me to today’s magical question: What is the life you’re waiting to live—and when will you begin allowing yourself to live it?