CARNEGIE HALL DAYS

 My new home in New York was a studio above Carnegie Hall I shared with my boyfriend, society columnist Joseph X Dever. Our neighbours in some of the other studios included the jazz pianist and cabaret singer Bobby Short, the Italian impresario Gian Carlo Menotti, the famous milliner and NY street photographer Bill Cunningham, the … Continue reading CARNEGIE HALL DAYS

WANTING TO BE EDDIE

A Cautionary Tale set in Nicaragua in 1996 by Caroline Kennedy High up in his lonely retreat on the Maribios Mountains, Terry Chapman surveys the golden beaches and the viridian waters of the Pacific Ocean 1500 metres below him. Standing on the cliff edge surrounded by towering hardwoods, he watches for a moment as, in … Continue reading WANTING TO BE EDDIE

MICKEY MANTLE, MARY & ME

A Short Story About My Boarding School Days by Caroline Kennedy Mary Lyneham was 16 and a Senior. I was 12 and a Junior. She was already a young woman with hints of curves in all the right places. Me? I was still just a child with no curves at all except around my thighs. … Continue reading MICKEY MANTLE, MARY & ME

THE FUGITIVE KIND

A Short Story By Caroline Kennedy Harry Rose had a very distinct, some would even say, “charming” character. It wouldn’t take long for anyone meeting him for the first time to come to this conclusion. I certainly knew this to be true the minute I met him. I also instinctively knew that we were destined to … Continue reading THE FUGITIVE KIND

HOW NOT TO CATCH A SERIAL RAPIST

  (or How Following in the Footsteps of the Maharishi Mahesh Yogi Can Lead to Serious Trouble!) With the long overdue disclosures of many brave women around the world who have suffered sex abuse at the hands of, mainly powerful, men, I thought it was time to revisit a terrifying experience I lived through on … Continue reading HOW NOT TO CATCH A SERIAL RAPIST

BECAUSE I’M REALLY VERY GOOD AT THAT SORT OF THING

A Short Story by Caroline Kennedy 23rd October 2017  I did knock. But very gently, fearing to disturb the neighbours along the corridor. The door is slightly open so I look inside. It appears the room is empty. It is also very shabby. Well, shabby in that sort of sixth-form-student, reluctant housewife-kind-of -way. I tiptoe around … Continue reading BECAUSE I’M REALLY VERY GOOD AT THAT SORT OF THING

THE ORIGINAL IGO-ROCKET MAN

(An Interview with Kidlat Tahimik by Caroline Kennedy) London, November 1980 “And it’s going to be a long, long time Till touchdown brings me home and they’ll find I’m not the man they think I am at home, Oh, no, no, no, I’m the rocket man….” (with apologies to Elton John) Kidlat Tahimik, alias Eric … Continue reading THE ORIGINAL IGO-ROCKET MAN