Author: Jocelyn

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Remembrance of Donkeys Past

“Remembrance of Donkeys Past” This whole endeavor has been harder on him than the rest of us. Seven years old, shy, sensitive, creative, averse to expectations, retreating in the face of pressure, Paco has not found the move to Turkey an easy one. Some might make the case that it...

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Otantik

On the rare occasions when I have walked into and through a Wal-mart, I’ve invariably hit the parking lot a half hour later feeling like I need a shower. The aisles feel grubby; the clientele appear unhealthy; the toxins projected by thousands of square feet of plastics induce malaise; the...

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We All Have Our Gifts, and One of Mine Is Being Juvenile

“We All Have Our Gifts, and One of Mine Is Being Juvenile” We went to the mosaic museum in Antakya yesterday, where I found my attention riveted by a piece entitled “The Happy Hunchback.”  Thoughts of “Why was he so happy anyhow?” and “How cool of the Romans to make such a quirky and...

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Public Intimacies

“Public Intimacies” Realizing that a change of scenery in January is never a bad mental health strategy, we’ve launched ourselves on a somewhat loosey-goosey week-long trip around the Hatay region. Think Southeastern Turkey. Think near Syria. Think Mediterranean. Think renowned for food. Think no hotels booked in advance. Think buying bus tickets...

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Compulsory

“Compulsory” Responding to the waving arm of a village woman clad in the traditional clothing of shalvar pants and long white head scarf, the dolmus driver pulled over.  As the door to the mini-bus rolled open, the woman leaned inside and asked in Turkish, “Is this the bus to Urgup?” “No,” responded the driver,...

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Hippy Hollyday

“Hippy Hollyday“ At the start of December, we made an advent calendar, a way of counting down to the Big Day.  Each of us took a little time to paint, draw, and glue our contributions. Groom’s little cartoon panels were my favorite addition to the calendar, so I asked him...

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Unleavened Barn Raising

“Unleavened Barn Raising” Only five months later can I comprehend the shock that overtook me when we arrived in Turkey. Had we first stopped in Istanbul, the landing might have been softer and felt more gradual in terms of West-to-East, but since we flew straight to Cappadocia (one hour flight...

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Saturated

Every. single. day. I think anew, “I don’t foresee ever getting over this place.” All of these pictures were taken within four minutes’ walk of our house. Just imagine the delights if one were feeling particularly hardy and ventured a five minute expedition.

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Open Book, Open Wallet

“Open Book, Open Wallet” At twenty-six, with a newly-minted graduate degree in hand, I got a full-time job teaching writing at a four-year university. My salary was $17,000 per year. It wasn’t for nothing that one of my esteemed college professors characterized the teaching of composition as “working in the...

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Songs of Experience

“Songs of Experience” The (semi) Romantic poet and artist William Blake is certainly no Mary Oliver to me, but I do enjoy the fact that he could invite someone over to “look at his etchings,” and he’d actually have something to show that visitor upon arrival that was, you know,...

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