The Way to a Man's Heart - Woman's Weekly Fiction Special Issue 45, 2006"I began to cook just for him, even though twenty other people would eat that same food. I watched what he ate and what he left behind, making notes for future menus. And each day he’d throw me that smile, and head out the door. I despaired of ever being anything more to him. And then a friend, knowing my passion for food, gave me a book on herbs. Now this wasn’t your common or garden book of herbs telling you to use sage with pork and mint with lamb. This was a guide to herbal potions, things to arouse passions, bring money, inspire greatness and invite love. Just what my besotted, lovelorn, slightly-obsessive cook’s heart needed."
Spa Break - Woman's Weekly Fiction Special Issue 47, 2009
"I didn’t start out breaking the law. It was just a lapse in moral fibre. I saw a wallet lying on the ground on the High Street. I picked it up and looked inside -- for identification of course -- and saw a thick sheaf of notes. I almost couldn’t breathe for the potential smell of lavender. Before I knew what I was doing, the notes were in my pocket and the wallet was back on the ground, a few millimetres thinner. I felt guilty for a time. I promised myself I’d never do it again. Nothing dishonest. So I pawned a ring. Then some earrings. A cameo my grandmother left me. But it wasn’t enough. I needed more cash. After all, a spa weekend is expensive."
The Last Bus to Montreal - 100 Stories for Haiti
“I don't know why I let you stay. A friend of a friend who needed a place to sleep. You wanted to see America, jumped on a bus, and now are seeing one small, small square of America called Apartment D. And my bedroom. A gentleman, you offered to take the floor. I let you, showing you the side of me that is the mismatched shoes, wrinkled clothes, and last year's magazines under the bed.
Purchase this book - All proceeds go to the British Red Cross to help the Haiti earthquake victims
