Sarifina couldn't believe that she was in Maxime's London flat. It seemed like ages since that awful day last summer when they said goodbye at Kennedy Airport. It had been the worse day of her entire life, watching the man she loved walk away, not knowing when she would see him again. Weeks went by …
Ten Years Later…
Safina was in London. She had been there for six years. Before that she had been in Cape Town, staying with a relative. She went there after being fired from her job with the Setons, a wealthy English couple living in Lagos. They fired her when they discovered that she had been having a relationship …
Finding love in Gambia
He was a widower with no children and lived on a ranch. Every morning before he drove into the city to the manufacturing company he founded, he donned his favorite black hat, pulled on a shirt and pair of jeans, a denim jacket, complete with a pair of Exotic Natural Python Pointed Toe Cowboy Boots …
Dinner and a Carriage Ride
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 …
Wishful Thinking
Photo by Na’ama Yehuda After reading the novel, Rebecca, I’ve always imagined meeting a handsome widower like Maxim de Winter who would sweep me off my feet. Then, I’d chide myself for having such foolish thoughts. I gaze across the river at the Statue of Liberty. I was 9 when my family and I came to …
From Self-harm to Self-love
Neeha always wore long sleeves even when it was hot and humid outside because she didn't want anyone, especially her friends to see the ugly cuts on her arms. She wanted to stop cutting herself but she couldn't seem to. It started when she became pregnant and told her mother who said, "Unless you get …
Falling in Love
Gloria was walking down the sidewalk after visiting her grandmother in the nursing home when she ran into David Mansfield. He was heading into a café when he spotted her. Smiling, he walked over to her. “Hello, Gloria,” he said. She smiled at him. “Professor Mansfield.” “Please call me David. It makes me feel less …
Papa Joe
August 12, 1952. It was a date she would never forget. It was the day she buried the man who had been a father to her for over twenty years. It seemed so surreal. Papa Joe was gone. She stood there alone in her grief, shivering although it was a hot and muggy day. She …
Notes to Women 