I lay next to her on the couch, exhausted and out of patience from making endless laps around the living room coffee table in a half glide and half bounce walk, hoping to crack the code to putting an infant down to sleep. It didn’t work, and now, surrendering to her nap strike, we lay next to each other, both awake.
Our first evening away from our then two-month-old, my husband and I sat on the rooftop of a local restaurant eating lamb kabob and drinking ayran, a traditional yogurt drink, and texting back and forth with my mom who was visiting us in Turkey for the summer and babysitting that night.
A tiny foot is wedged into the bottom of my ribcage, prompting me to surrender to third-trimester insomnia and rise with the spring sun. I make coffee, pulling down the same two mugs I always do for my husband and myself. It is a daily rhythm serving as an anchor in these strange times where one day bleeds into the next.
The Ungrateful Refugee: What Immigrants Never Tell You By Dina Nayeri (Nonfiction) As a child, Nayeri was forced to flee her home country of Iran because her mother was a Christian—a crime punishable by fines, arrest, imprisonment, and death. Nayeri details their harrowing and heartbreaking flight through several different countries, accounting what it was like… Continue reading 3 (more) Books to Help Understand Immigration and the Global Refugee Crisis
If you ever come to our home, you'll probably be greeted with a cup of tea no matter the season. Admittedly, not by me—I'm still learning the art of tea-making—but by my husband. And don't expect the instant tea-bag-dunked-in-hot-water kind.