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If It Is Darkness We Are Having, Let It Be Extravagant

Sometime after the call to prayer but before any hints of daybreak, I feel her hiccup for the first time. The sliver of moon still glows and so does the green neon sign from the bakery across the street. If the windows were open, the smell of fresh-baked Turkish bread would be floating through.

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The Defiant Act of Putting Down Roots

As I sit here writing this, I'm on our balcony off the kitchen. The school kids are breaking for recess and kicking around a soccer ball, their shrieks coming from the middle school across the street. I have laundry pinned to the line – linens and pillowcases. The October noontime sun is strong enough to dry them quickly. The fall weather has come to Turkey but the concrete sides of our apartment building still radiate the heat of the day.

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Embracing the Poetry of Fruit Picking and Other Ordinary Summer Things

On her tiptoes, she reaches high above her head and grasps onto a branch heavy with mulberries. Pulling down the tree limb, my mother-in-law picks off a handful of the fruit and reaches her arm behind herself to offer them to us, her eyes staying fixated on the tree. She searches for more ripe berries before moving on to the neighboring apricot tree.

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The Unanswered Question

"How long more?" My husband asks this question enough times for me to know he's not wondering how long our walk will take to get to the river. We've done it a million times. He's asking me how much longer we’ll be staying here in Turkey, how much longer we have to wait for our lives to move forward, and how much longer will we have to live at the mercy of politicians’ decisions.

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When Peace Kisses Righteousness

There's something about the Advent season that's so cozy to me. Maybe it brings back memories of growing up, arguing across the dinner table over who gets to light the wreath-encircled candles and who gets to blow them out. It brings visions of coming home from school, letting the backpack fall to the ground as… Continue reading When Peace Kisses Righteousness

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Home, But Not Really

Nope, no balloons yet.I let the curtain fall back and silently tiptoe out of the bedroom. At half past six this time of year the sun takes its sweet time pushing past the horizon and with it, the hot air balloons. They won't be hanging in the sky for at least another hour. In the coolness… Continue reading Home, But Not Really