One of the few women who managed to claw her way into a position at the New York Times, Jo is a sassy reporter from the 1920's who has a quip for just about everything.
Sassy, snappy, pushy, and as determined as a boor with a stubborn nut. Jo is also ambitious to a fault, like any self-respecting news hawk would be. Jo is very energetic, and has a tendency to talk at a rapid-fire pace. It has been suggested that this is a survival technique, and rumors abound that she has actually bantered a man to death before.
The typical tools of the trade: Typewriter, notebook, pencils, pens, and an endless supply of cigarettes. She also considers her sometimes partner, sometimes rival, sometimes friend, sometimes contemplated murder victim, Ben Goldberg, to be a valuable asset, coming up with her best stories when she has him to bounce ideas off of. Not that she would ever say so.
Jo has three older brothers, and acquired her nickname when she bullied them into letting her play baseball with them, but they couldn't tell their friends that 'Josephine' was coming along. From the start, she was clearly going to be a different sort of girl.
Jo developed an interest in story ('truth') telling, and set her mind on becoming a journalist. She traveled to several different states seeking someone that would hire her, only to finally wind up back in her home; New York City. She wound up pitted against a fellow news hawk named Ben Goldberg for a job, and came out the victor.
Since then, Jo has had a love/hate relationship with Goldberg (who she generally refers to as 'Goldie' when she's being her most polite) but her best work comes out when she works with, rather than against, the freelancer.
Jo's brothers are now a lightweight boxer with a shot at the title, a part-time saxophone player, and a full-time factory worker. And they all drive her half-insane with constant fussing over her well being.
Jo's career has, through no fault of her own, maintained a steady position at the Times. However, after breaking one of the biggest scandal cases of her career, Jo began an on-again, off-again romance with her fellow news hawk, Ben Goldberg.
During an off-period with Goldberg, Jo became engaged to another reporter named Robert Elliot. This only last a few months until they broke it off and Jo instead moved into a new apartment with Goldberg. They have been (scandalous!) living together for four years.
In the space of a few months, Jo was kidnapped, rescued, became engaged to Ben, found out he had a (maybe) child with another woman when they were separated, found out she herself was pregnant, got married, and was nearly killed. Somehow she managed to still be deliriously happy with her fast-forming new family situation, and gladly took in the surprise boy, Tommy,as her own. Soon after her twins, Alex and Clementine, were born in a snowed-in disaster in Bolivia during a very extended jaunt meant to avoid the danger the Goldbergs now faced in New York.
Somehow managing to be bored with rearing three beautiful children and chasing her husband around whatever place they were staying in currently, and unable to write any real crime news as was her calling, Jo took up writing sensational fiction. Her saucy female protagonist, who embarked on extravagant adventures in many of the places the Goldbergs visited, caught a firm hold of feminist readers back in the states. As events in Europe grew more heated, anti-axis propaganda began to slip seamlessly into the novels. Once the family was kicked back to America, Jo launched head-first into support for the troops.
When her oldest (and adopted) son, Tommy, went overseas to fight, Jo was equal parts heart sick and proud. Suddenly spending as much time praying as she did writing and rallying, Jo was again faced with precisely how precious her family was to her. Now, though she spends a fair chunk of time grousing about certain numbers of her offspring not wringing every drop out of their lives, Jo finds herself deeply in love with the same 'jackass' she has been for well over two decades, and overall content with life.