I'm on the subway on my way to meet Maxime. He's taking me to lunch at Tribeca Grill, a restaurant co-owned by Robert De Niro. I so excited that I'm going to be seeing Maxime again. Too excited to concentrate on mystic mall cops and maroon feather dusters, a book I'm currently reading. It's about …
Solange’s Story
My name is Solange. I'm a slave living and working on a sugar plantation in Jamaica owned by an unmarried Englishman who moved to the island a year ago with his widowed sister. I was dark so I worked in the field. Only the fair-skinned slaves worked in the great house. I remember the first …
Elena and Mr. Saxby
"He's old enough to be your father," Mrs. Moore told her niece. "His age matters naught to me, Aunt Heloise," Elena replied. "His daughters will have none of it. They will think that your affections rest upon his fortune rather than upon him." Elena closed her book and rose to her feet. "Upon my honor, …
Escape/Shadows #writephoto
It was like a prison. This institution or fortress with its many gates. Were they keeping people out or people in? She stood in the shadows, watching and waiting, hoping to one day, slip through those gates and disappear. What would she be leaving behind? Only misery and intolerable conditions. She hated it. How she …
Misinformed/Summit #writephoto
Emily's face turned ashen. "That cannot be true," she exclaimed. "You must be mistaken, Charlotte." Charlotte's expression was one of great concern when she saw her cousin's reaction to the news. She took her hand and led her over to the sofa. After, she gently pushed her onto the seat, she sat beside her. …
The Handkerchief/Crossing #write photo
Two years had passed since her sister died here. She found her in the river, among the rocks under the bridge, barely alive. Her words still haunted her. As she held her in her arms, Rosemary gasped, "Dangerous...he...pushed...me..." "Who's dangerous? Who pushed you? Rosemary? Rosemary?" There was no answer. Only silence. Her beloved sister was …
Mr. Thornber
"Mr. Thornber," his name spilled involuntarily from her lips. “What the blazes are you doing in here, Miss Roth?” demanded the gentleman. “You should be outside taking a turn in the garden. It is a very pleasant afternoon.” In a few strides he closed the distance between them. He stopped abruptly beside her, facing the …
Notes to Women 