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Day Six: Leaving Cappadocia. Hittites, Brace Yourselves. 5

Day Six: Leaving Cappadocia. Hittites, Brace Yourselves.

Nothing highlights what a picky eater I am more than a table full of 800 bowls, from which I eat two things. I do like honey. And cucumbers. And the red pepper paste on the frittata. All the other stuff? Right up Byron and Virginia’s alley. More accurately, “down their...

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Day Five: Cappadocia 5

Day Five: Cappadocia

Someone had a very good morning. How could she not? Virginia and Kirsten loved their balloon ride, made even better by having gotten a discounted rate thanks to Laura’s clout and by the presence of a journalist in their basket celebrating her birthday. What better way to end a balloon...

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Day Four: Cappadocia 8

Day Four: Cappadocia

Travel can be intense, which is why it can be so vivid and memorable. It also, in the worst case scenario, can be why traveling companions begin to chafe as the days tick by. Not so here. I still like her: I still like her, too: And, lawsy, does I...

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Day Three: Cappadocia 6

Day Three: Cappadocia

Graded class work until 2 a.m. Woke up twice before 5 a.m. Got dressed at 5:20 a.m. On shuttle to airport by 5:45 a.m. Haven’t slept since. Tragic sleep update is now officially over, as lack of sleep is only making me feel slightly loony (the main effect of which...

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Day Two: Istanbul 7

Day Two: Istanbul

Sleep is still an issue. But let me give you highlights from today–a very good day, indeed. We took the tram to Dolmabahce palace, which is where the sultans and their families started living in the 1800s, a place that remained the seat of power for the country until it...

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Day One: Istanbul 10

Day One: Istanbul

After an easy flight to NYC, followed by a long-but-okay (despite the screening of MISSION IMPOSSIBLE: GHOST PROTOCOL, which seemed to last forever) flight to Istanbul, we’re here. I actually, so far, don’t feel one way or another about being back. Another way to put this is that it feels...

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We’re Going to Need Some Witnesses 14

We’re Going to Need Some Witnesses

…because we’ve made a will. Only twelve years past any reasonable expectation of such a document being drawn up. I guess the drafting of such an important disposition, even at this late date, frees us to die with impunity. Whew. This is important because Byron and I are getting on...

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Then There Was the Time Jimmy Carter Woke Up Playboy to the Notion of Committing Adultery in One’s Heart 16

Then There Was the Time Jimmy Carter Woke Up Playboy to the Notion of Committing Adultery in One’s Heart

Perhaps it started when then-President Richard Nixon invited Elvis Presley to the White House to discuss the possibility of the drug addict taking on a role as “federal-agent-at-large” with the Bureau of Narcotics and Dangerous Drugs. It definitely gained momentum when Chevy Chase began regularly spoofing Gerald Ford’s clutziness on...

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My Life Fell in the Woods, But It Didn’t Make a Sound 13

My Life Fell in the Woods, But It Didn’t Make a Sound

Box of Godiva chocolates, delivery from ProFlowers, fully-loaded gift card, sentiment from Hallmark. Envelope of cash, place setting from the registry, His ‘n Hers towels, crock pot, expensive single-use dress. Pack of Pampers, pair of knitted booties, engraved rattle, assortment of onesies. Tray of deli meats, donation in the deceased’s...

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Cupcake Wars 19

Cupcake Wars

A whimsical side-adventure to our road trip this summer was Cupcake Wars. I’d like to say I forced my family into participation because that would make me sound strong and powerful and as though I wield a Dominating Will, but if I did try to convince you my family needed...

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