Since I was 6 years old, I have always lived on streets where folks must parallel park their vehicles. My father was a truck driver and two brothers followed in that line of work. So when it came time to learn to drive, believe me, I knew I had better learn to parallel park or... 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 →
The Hardest Thing About Being an Expat
One of the hardest things about being an expat is not being there in a time of need. Since I have been in Turkey, many of my friends have lost a parent. My friends may not have felt like they needed me at the time, but I sure needed to be with them. It puts... 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 →