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You Know How People Broadcast Images of Glowing Fires on Their Television Sets, Rather Than Sitting in Front of an Actual Fireplace? Right About Now, I’m Left Feeling We Could Have Broadcast Images of The Eiffel Tower on the TV, and Our Kids Would Have Enjoyed It Just As Much
“You Know How People Broadcast Images of Glowing Fires on Their Television Sets, Rather Than Sitting in Front of an Actual Fireplace? Right About Now, I’m Left Feeling We Could Have Broadcast Images of The Eiffel Tower on the TV, and Our Kids Would Have Enjoyed It Just As Much” So let’s see: one overnight trip…
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The Women–With the Exception of Your Humble Author–Truly Are Chic, and the Fact That Nearly Every One of Them Was Wearing Knee-High Black Boots Almost Blotted Out the Fact That We Couldn’t Find Internet Access Fer Nuthin’
“The Women–With the Exception of Your Humble Author–Truly Are Chic, and the Fact That Nearly Every One of Them Was Wearing Knee-High Black Boots Almost Blotted Out the Fact That We Couldn’t Find Internet Access Fer Nuthin’” All apologies to the complex and fascinating country of Turkey, but when we got off the plane in Paris, it…
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Syllabic
“Syllabic” Girl and I worked on writing Halloween haikus today (part of the homeschooling and all). Hers reads: Halloween Halloween darkness Boo! Ghosts and witches, Bats fly Ooo! and vampires Mine reads: Halloween Theft Dressed as a gypsy Nasty boys stole her candy I gave her my gum True story. ———————— A handful of hours…
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The Locals May Cover Their Arms, Legs, and Hair from Public View During the Day, but Lira to Simits That They’re Watching Chelsea Handler at Midnight
The children don’t go to off to school. They don’t go to soccer or karate or swimming lessons. They have no friends, ergo no sleepovers, playdates, or squirt gun battles. To their everlasting credit—and with many notable hours of painful and frustrating exception—they are coping admirably. They’re taking succor in books, each other, a few…
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Second Grade Tour Guide
A few weeks ago, we experienced the Black Sea area of Turkey when we took the bus from Istanbul to the town of Amasra. While there, we flew rocks into the sea, walked over an old Roman bridge, and ate fish (well, some of us not born and raised in landlocked cattle country did, anyhow).…
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Bus Boys
Unless it’s wafting past the Wall of Whips in a high-end pleasure dungeon, the smell of burning rubber is never the precursor to a good time. Thus, it was unfortunate, as the bus traveling between Istanbul and the Black Sea coast chugged up a hill, that the smell of burning rubber grew in intensity. Moments…
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And Under It All, She Was Wearing Really Sassy Leopard Print Ballet Flats
“And Under It All, She Was Wearing Really Sassy Leopard Print Ballet Flats” We’re on an eight-day trip to Parts of Turkey As Yet Unseen, and I’ve been fighting for hours with the Internet access here at the guest house, so I’m just going to slam this thing out into the ether during my three…
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Dolmus Do-Si-Do
(Apologies to those of you who read this already over at our family’s “Turkey Blog,” which is associated with my husband’s blog of his drawings and comics; occasionally, I’ll be cross-posting between the blogs, but other times, like when I need to swear or refer to genitalia, I’ll be creating separate, new posts here. This…
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Tales from the Harem
“Tales from the Harem” Before we came to Turkey, I read a book of essays written by expatriate women about their experiences living outside the familiar. In many ways, the book was illuminating, as it lent real voices to real experiences and gave me a sense of what I was heading towards. About 15 essays…
