For the childless wife, Mother’s Day can be excruciating. All the flowers and cards and well wishes for very deserving women in churches and restaurants and homes all across America serve as one more reminder that those of us longing for children are yet again on the outside. It’s not an easy day for me. … More Childless Mother’s Day
Early every morning, the local muezzin begins his call, asking all those who hear him to pray. I’ve lived here long enough now, that it doesn’t usually wake me up anymore. However, this morning was a little different. The call was markedly louder than usual and the usual muezzin was replaced by someone very talented in his singing/chanting. Today … More The Call to Sacrifice
Moving to a new city means hours of wandering around finding this store or that necessity. The other day I had a specific list of places to find as I dodged mopeds, hopped over the results of donkey carts pausing for passers by to look at the owner’s wares, avoided strange puddles in this desert … More My Home
A girl has a special relationship with her hair stylist. I’ve had the same person in my hometown for years. I know all about her life and she mine. She knows my head and hair and I always leave her chair a new person. However, moving to the Middle East has made finding a hair … More Release the Blonde
I’m writing this from the back of a taxi. Frantically typing while traditional Arab music drones on the background and my taxi driver interjects with Arabic words he thinks I should know. All the while trying not to be crushed by my luggage.