Life in the Fast Lane

Did you ever have one of those days where everything seems to fly by but nothing really happens?  That's what I am experiencing right now, day after day. I've been back visiting Mom.  She of course had a few things she wanted my help with.  "No problem!"  I wrote them down so I wouldn't forget.... Continue Reading →

Ode to the Porch

People are always asking me what I miss from the States while I am living in Ankara.  My answers are always the same.  Family.  Friends.  Food. This week, I realized there are other things.  I really miss the greenery everywhere.  In Ankara, we have beautiful parks.  And we can drive outside of the city to... Continue Reading →

Photo of the Day – Memorial Day

Today is Memorial Day, a U.S. holiday devoted to celebrating those men and women who fought for our country and lost their lives in doing so. My Dad's "Uncle Pete",  Private First Class Walter J. Archer, was one of them.  He fought in WWII and was killed in action on November 13, 1944 in Italy.  He was... Continue Reading →

Photo of the Day

Having a million siblings means I have about a billion nieces and nephews. Actually, there's only 29.  (And almost as many great nieces and nephews.)  The eldest is 44 and the youngest is in the second grade. Yesterday, the youngest made her First Holy Communion. What a big girl and a beauty!  Congratulations to you... Continue Reading →

Easter in Ankara

I apologize for the misleading title.  There is no Easter in Ankara this year, at least, not for me.  Naturally, there is little celebration of this Christian holiday in a Muslim country.  This morning, after wishing my cat a Happy Easter, I got out of bed and checked Facebook. I found photos by "friends" in... Continue Reading →

Kids and Social Media

I am far from being an "authority" on parenting skills.  Fortunately, this post is not really about that. From what I have seen in many parts of Turkey, children are raised differently from those in the U.S. - for the most part. Of course, there are exceptions.  But most children are treated like little gods... Continue Reading →

“Junking”

It's an interesting thing that in this land of great history, there is little room for "junking."  Junking is a term I recently picked up from my niece.  That's her way of describing her love of antiques, or anything else that can be picked up at a flea market or yard sale.  I honestly can't... Continue Reading →

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