Fear and the Loss of Freedom to Be Afraid "By the time this clip was finished, we knew what was going on. There was much to be said, a lot of fear, and things to do. It was not long before an emergency bag was packed and I had made the dreaded first call to... Continue Reading →
Two minutes of peace
Sharing this blog from 5 years ago. Two minutes of silence in honor of Ataturk.
Ode to a Friend
It has been about a year since my friend Fulya passed away. I mentioned her passing briefly in this blog post, The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly. Today I want to take a moment to honor her and to discuss what I have learned about death in Turkey. Fulya cam from a more prestigious family... Continue Reading →

