
I was raised in a close-knit family of 7 children in a vibrant neighborhood of West Philadelphia. My father was an entrepreneur with politics in his blood—he served two terms in the Pennsylvania State Senate. My mother was an audacious homemaker and then school assistant. They were both masterful storytellers, knew how to work a detail until you could taste it. I hear them even now when I write. I attended public schools in Philadelphia and then the University of Pennsylvania where I majored in English, earning a bachelor’s degree. My first position out of college was press secretary for the president of Philadelphia City Council. I married my childhood sweetheart, Greg Whetstone, gave birth to twins—a daughter, Taiwo, and a son, Kehinde, and am now a proud grandmother of 4.
I worked as a public affairs officer for the USDA Forest Service where I was charged with making the research results palatable for lay audiences. I had a penchant for turning news releases into dramas, brochures into stories. The work was fulfilling, yet I became increasingly unsettled in my late thirties. I tried to ignore the internal thunder that was telling me to write fiction. I yielded finally. I began getting up at 4:30 in the morning because that was the only time of day I owned exclusively. I wrote until it was time to get the children up for school. They were often late during that period; I was missing work with regularity; my husband thought I was having a breakdown; it was messy, frightening, and exhilarating.
I joined the rigorous Rittenhouse Writers’ Group. A grant from the Pennsylvania Council on the Arts nudged me to take leave from my day job. I completed my first novel, Tumbling, and within a week of acquiring a literary agent, I signed a contract with William Morrow. Tumbling was published to much acclaim.
After pushing through the clatter—the sudden success, the book reviews, the contract for the next novel, the deadline, the self-imposed expectations to make the second even better–I settled down enough to write Tempest Rising. The second novel was more challenging than the first. The reward was greater too—freedom from the fear of being a one-book-wonder. Blues Dancing, Leaving Cecil Street, Trading Dreams at Midnight, Lazaretto, and Our Gen followed. Both Leaving Cecil Street and Trading Dreams at Midnight won high honors from The American Library Association.
I was invited to join the Writing Program at Penn where I taught for 12 years. I’ve written for the Atlantic, Essence Magazine, and Philadelphia Magazine. My short fiction has appeared in the anthology Blue Light Corner, and is also included in Rittenhouse Writers, by James Rahn, founder of the Rittenhouse Writers’ Group.
In my latest novel, Family Spirit, I return to doing what I most love to do: telling stories of everyday people existing in families and communities; characters faltering, yielding to their desires, falling, fighting, climbing, reaching for their better selves.

