I have been back in the States for almost 2 weeks now. My "vacation" actually started two days early. Having received a call that one of my sisters collapsed at work, I flew home immediately. In almost 2 weeks, my Abla has gone from very grim hopes of survival, to talking and eating, enduring an 11 hour... Continue Reading →
Art with Rolling Pins
Shortly after I started living in sin with my future husband back in Philadelphia, his mother came to visit. That was an "adventure" in and of itself and of course, a whole nuther story. But I do want to tell you about my lesson in rolling pins. Yes, that's right. I said "rolling pins." In the... Continue Reading →
Brotherly Love, and all that Jazz!
Turks are very different from Americans in the sense that they have a completely different perspective of personal space. Turks are always walking into you, no matter how wide the sidewalk. They ask personal questions about the way you look, your weight, and your health. They generally don't follow traffic rules, so your lane... Continue Reading →
Missed Opportunity
I have mentioned before that wordpress - the site that hosts this blog - allows one to view search terms my readers googled when they stumbled upon my blog. Every day there is at least one search for Louis XIV furniture. Sometimes it's Louis XVI. Every day I see Club Ali Bey in Manavgat. The Chevy... Continue Reading →
Fill My Last Request
Last week, a group of friends fell into a conversation about death, the afterlife, and reincarnation. One of the older women expressed her fear of dying. She said it was not so much because of her age, but rather, because she enjoys life so much! She is very active politically, socially, and so forth. She... Continue Reading →
Diplomats, Cocktails, and American Soil
Friday night, I touched American soil, not one block from my Aşağı Ayrancı, home. I went to the American Embassy for happy hour. And boy, was it happy. In a long, dark bar gathered dozens of Turks and expats with one thing in common - a dry thirst. Actually, I think they all spoke English... Continue Reading →
Mutlu Yıllar
It's New Year's Eve around the world. In Ankara, it is celebrated much like it is in other countries, with parties, dinner, and friends. However, in Turkey, there is a twist. Many people are adding traditional Christmas festivities to their New Year's celebrations. In Ankara, I have many friends who have New Year's trees with all of... Continue Reading →
Froehe Weihnachten!
Merry Christmas from Strassberg Germany!
Family
One of my sisters came to visit. She had a rough flight from Philly to Munich. Followed by a two hour delay in the Munich airport due to snow - a total of 6 hours sitting in the airport. We didn't do much Wednesday night. We had a quick dinner of soup and salad, and... Continue Reading →
An Expat Thanksgiving
Since Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday, and I love to cook (particularly the chopping which gets out all of my stress and aggression) I couldn't pass up the opportunity to cook for friends. On Saturday night, I will make an "American" Thanksgiving dinner for 14 adults and 7 children, mostly Turks, some of whom have... Continue Reading →
Thanksgiving Gratitude
Thanksgiving is my favorite holidays - better than Christmas. It's a time of homecoming. On other holidays, people often take advantage of the vacation to go away, ski the Alps, enjoy the water at the beaches, tour a new and wonderful city. But at Thanksgiving, people go home. It's a wonderful time of year with... Continue Reading →
Children are More Free
This morning, as I was enjoying a cup of coffee and the autumnal morning sun from my balcony, I noticed a young girl across the street. I quickly recognized her as the girl who lives in the apartment building next door. In one hand she held a bag containing two loaves of bread. In the... Continue Reading →
Veteran’s Day Salute
This post is copied from the Chester County Hall of Heroes. It's a tribute to my great-uncle Pete, who served and died in WWII. (My Pop also served in the war. And my Uncle Georg served for the German army.) My mother was interviewed for the following article. Walter Archer was born ion July 23,1920... Continue Reading →

