The Ladies Who Lunch

I’d rather stay home, but I can’t skip today’s lunch. It was set up months ago by Charlie’s boss, the Chinese banker and philanthropist…forgot his name. Rags to riches kind of guy, born in a small village in rural China, today one of Hong Kong’s billionaires. Charlie asked me very kindly, but repeatedly, to attend … More The Ladies Who Lunch

Keep Out!

The old man, at the corner of Madison and 76th, was oblivious to the cars honking and the pedestrians rushing home in the drizzle of the early evening. He stood still, staring at the red and white demolition sign screaming “DANGER, KEEP OUT.” This intrusive, ugly sign was ordering him, Felix Menochon, to keep out … More Keep Out!

The Killer Review

The house was pitch dark. Laura hated being alone in that Colonial Revival style house, too big now, especially at night. She turned on all the lights, locked the door behind her, dropped her purse and keys on the foyer marble table. She set the security alarm for the night. Although the neighborhood was safe, … More The Killer Review

An Ode to the Oud

Ali caressed the curved, pear-shaped body, his fingers running over the fingerboard before resting on the short, delicate neck. The Cedar wood, cool to the touch, gave a beautiful, surprising deep sound that took him back to his childhood in Damascus every time he played a few notes. The Oud was a family affair. Ali’s … More An Ode to the Oud