MY NAME IS AMANDA FRENCH. My family name French, I believe says it all. We, the French women, were born to wear elegant clothing and accessories, the finer brocades and silks, fluid and cool, raw dupioni and nubby shantung, the texture that is pure sex to the hand that appreciates.<br><br>All the women in my family have some sense of the future and will tell you what it holds; and even before I was sure what it was, I knew I had it, the power to see. My grandmother, a healer, could...
"I finally detached with the understanding that people cannot give to you what they don't have. I am not feeling the love because… And because of what was probably this unsatisfied need for affection, I have a history of trusting complete strangers, some of whom have, to their credit, risen to the occasion by displaying the kindness thus expected of others at the eleventh hour. I made friends easily. One day, impelled by mutual attraction, or curiosity, you strike up a...
For every woman who ever loved a Vampire.<br><br>"What is your passion?" Vladimir asked Laina.<br><br>"White," she replied without hesitation. "I eat cottage cheese and pot cheese, farmer's cheese, ricotta, mozzarella, meringue, Reddi-whip, Cool Whip, mashed potatoes, white rice, spring turnips, and I drink non-fat milk and occasionally one glass of Chardonnay–maybe two."<br><br>The...
A Modern Day Romance – if you can call it that. The quintessential Baby Boomer story of mid-life dating. <br><br>HE lives in Connecticut, runs a high end home furnishings company, works in his garden, has his kids on the weekends, and attends law school at night in order to quell his boredom and loneliness. Oh, and he has a gaggle of women friends.<br><br>SHE lives in a high-rise in NYC, trades stocks and bonds, has one child who spends a lot of time with his father, SHE...
Sylvia Stanger has always lived in the asphyxiating brick community around Canal Street in New York City in the fifties. She never stepped over the invisible line that separated the Jews from the Italians. She was a voluptuous woman in her thirties, married to Martin who worked at his uncle's shirtwaist factory, with two young daughters.<br><br>One morning, an ordinary morning, something changed. Sylvia work up as usual one morning but the day was anything but usual....
