THE PAN AMERICANAS: A MEMOIR OF THREE WOMEN FROM THE AMERICAS (available on Amazon.com)
Three women, a Brasilera, a Mexicana and a Californian tell stories of friendship, collaboration, and professional success by defying the status quo, leaving their homes in the Americas to cross the Atlantic where they met in England.
Their friends said, “No!”
Their mothers said, “No!”
They went anyway to have adventures, to learn lessons that no school could teach. They became Pan Americanas before they knew that was their destiny.
Spend a week with Anna, Elena and Sherry in Mexico, eating, laughing, and listening to stories that inspire and show that you too could be a Pan Americana !
THE RED SUITCASE, A LOVE STORY
THE RED SUITCASE, a novel in which Xander, a successful software engineer, travels to Brazil searching for the place he lost when his family moved to Scotland. He’s now twenty eight and living in foggy London without a true sense of belonging there. He is not ready to marry his girlfriend because a tempting invitation arrives from a childhood Brazilian buddy: Come visit us and go to the World Cup! When Xander arrives in Brazil, a red suitcase filled with his mother’s journals, awaits him. As he travels, he reads the journals. In Rio de Janeiro, he meets a beautiful, feisty law student, Ana Claudia. She views Xander as a “gringo” who doesn’t understand Brazil and its many contradictions. Xander is bedeviled by conflicting feelings of infatuation and infuriation. Leaving Rio, at each stop on his journey, he meets Brazilians who help him to better understand their country as well as himself. Meanwhile, reading the entries in his mother’s journal generate uncertainties and suspicions billow in his mind. Finally, in the Amazon, Xander uncovers a final clue to the truth about who he is…
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THE ALLIGATOR’S TOOTH: STORIES FROM JAMAICA
“Searching for a flat in London is no fun, especially after a summer in Spain. The search persists day after day. The air chills, a reminder of the English winter marching towards me. Emerging from the Charring Cross Underground station to scout for an Indian restaurant, a travel poster catches my eye. The gentle curves of a white sand beach banded by a wide ribbon of turquoise dissolving into deep blue defy the London gray. Coconut palms with shaggy yellow-green fronds cast soft shadows on shimmering sand while two empty orange chaise lounges relax in tropical luxury. Below the picture, in heavy bold block letters, I read the word “JAMAICA.”
These stories chronicle seven years in Jamaica exploring past roots, putting down new ones and then pulling them up again in a “ to and fro” dance that characterized my journey into a post-colonial world.
