Journal
March 25, 2026
In the spring of 1975, my first husband, the African-American poet Lee Bridges, met Mr. Curiel, a former Minister of Economy in Surinam. Curiel had founded a charitable organization together with two friends — a banker and a pastor — that could use some promotion. Two schools...
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Synopsis: Anique is a talented young singer from Holland, renowned for her performances across the country. When she receives an unexpected offer to sing in a nightclub on the island of Cyprus, she eagerly accepts, drawn by the promise of adventure and the allure of a new...
Continue reading →March 17, 2026
Baby to be born Like a flower are you or maybe like a bird sailing on the clouds. I feel sensations of fluttering wings of a butterfly. Your time is due, honey-child, me and you are going to reach each other - eye to eye – and see and feel and touch and...
Continue reading →March 11, 2026
An Ordinary Train Ride to Paris Some experiences in life stay with you forever—especially when they put you in mortal danger. In January of 1976, I went to Paris for a recording session with Phonogram. Afterward, I visited some friends living on the Left Bank. They offered for...
Continue reading →March 9, 2026
Something is afoot There was a time when deep down she knew it couldn’t possibly turn out well for her, yet she cast caution to the wind and leaped full force into the trap from which there was no turning back. Had her better judgement stopped her in time who knows how this...
Continue reading →March 9, 2026
Afghanistan Memories “Our bags are packed; the bus leaves at nine-thirty. Mohammed, our friend from the leather shop, will see us off. He also lends out foreign-language books, and we have spent many afternoons there, sipping tea and exchanging a sentence or two now and...
Continue reading →February 8, 2026
Every character I have written arrives with a history I must discover, not invent. They do not spring fully formed from imagination — they accumulate, like sediment, over years of watching, listening, and quietly storing what I observe about how people carry their lives. When...
Continue reading →January 18, 2026
There is a particular quality of light in Amsterdam in October that I have never quite found anywhere else. The canals go grey-green, the bridges disappear into low mist in the early mornings, and the city takes on a quieter, more considered character — as though it, too, is...
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