O Mighty Crisis Stories

And the Song Birds Keep Singing 11

And the Song Birds Keep Singing

I haven’t bought many clothes this year, an announcement that will cause a dramatic jaw drop in anyone who’s ever seen my cart at TJ Maxx as I push it towards the fitting room. Partially, I haven’t bought many new additions to my wardrobe in the last nine months because it’s...

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Closer We Are to Pork 14

Closer We Are to Pork

Mmmmmmm. What I crave more than anything during this year in Turkey is something lusciously fatty, thoroughly smoked, noticeably aged–something that either snaps crisply or wobbles slightly when laid on a platter. Silly poppets:  no matter how many martinis you’ve had already today, do not err and peg the above as self-description.  Because then–oddly–you’d be...

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The Village People 11

The Village People

Sitting in an academic conference room, I served on the search committee that hired him as Dean of Liberal Arts & Sciences. His scholarship on the writer Christopher Isherwood impressed me, as did his pragmatism and belief in the transformational power of education. Walking down the narrow, uneven street to...

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You Can Also Tune In To 4

You Can Also Tune In To

…the other blog I’m posting to this year:  http://layingfallow.com/turkeyblog/?p=916 If you don’t click over there, how else will you know what I did last weekend?

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Bella Donna 15

Bella Donna

I’ve been asking questions since we got to Turkey. Startlingly often, people have not been able to answer them.  Certainly, some people vamp a bit and try to drum up something that might satisfy; others drop open their yaps and carry on for several minutes before trailing off, looking sheepish...

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Don’t Mind the Gap 10

Don’t Mind the Gap

A little tip for those situations that might seem intimidating or beyond the boundaries of the comfort zone: As you eye the gap between here and there what you’ll find amazing is that the tools necessary to build a bridge are trifling maybe thirty words of common language– no grammar–...

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The Shape of a Girl 12

The Shape of a Girl

Bjork once described herself by saying:  “I am a fountain of blood in the shape of a girl.”  Although I like how her thinking strips away all pretense while still acknowledging the overlay of gender, I wish her words had gone on to include the importance of whimsy: “I’m a fountain of blood in the...

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A Fine Cargo 15

A Fine Cargo

A few days ago, I said to my husband, “So I’m about to turn 44. What the hell is that?” Barely looking up from the curry he was stirring, he replied, “You’ll be divisible by 11. That’s what 44 is.” Aside from smartass responses and the fact that my husband...

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The Only Thing I Missed Was Joe Strummer 10

The Only Thing I Missed Was Joe Strummer

“By seeing London, I have seen as much of life as the world can show.” –Samuel Johnson Personally, I think Samuel Johnson might have gotten a little something out of Thailand or Uzbekistan, too, but his point is taken. London is full of awesome. Usually. When I was there last...

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To Feel the Sun from Both Sides 16

To Feel the Sun from Both Sides

I met her fifteen years ago, when I was 29, and she was 59. We taught at the same college, and my first semester there was her last. She retired when she turned 60, and although we’d met when we were colleagues, our friendship didn’t really begin until we no...

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