Recently, at a dinner in Manhattan, our friend Robert asked us what our favorite Thanksgiving memories were. My husband, Tom, was quick to reply, all choked up, that it was his favorite holiday, a time in his youth when his parents would welcome strangers at their family table. People who had no one or visitors … More Musings of a Thanksgiving Late Bloomer
The summer in New York was particularly hot and muggy that year. I was exhausted visiting apartments. The kids were with their grand-parents in France, John was in Dubai and would soon join me. We wanted to buy property in the US. The plan was for me to see as many places as possible before … More The Duplex
My appointment with May-Ling Chen, Singapore’s respected scholar, political figure and philanthropist, had been cancelled, rescheduled and postponed too many times. I was young, I was ambitious, I needed that interview for the magazine I was working for. I was convinced it would boost my career. I continued calling Madam Chen’s office every day, several … More The Black Child
It was late when you came home from the office, weary and tired. I was pottering around, some music playing in the background. Through the kitchen window, I could see snowflakes twirling down in the dark and silently piling up on the ground. Everything was quiet. You sat down and handed me a letter. “She … More She
I was asked that question twice in the past five days. A good question, since I am not a writer by education nor trade. An excellent question, since I write novels and screenplays, in English and in French. To be honest, I had to pause and think about it. Was it a life-long dream to … More Why Do You Write?