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In Honor of my Father: An Ode to March
MaureenMar 22, 2020
Daffodils Every March my father brought the Daffodils. Flashes of my nose pressed into the yellow silky blooms cradled in the waxy green...
The Gift of Attaya (Senegalese Tea Ceremony)
MaureenJan 21, 2018
My friend Latir lifts the silver pot and the tawney liquid spills from high above the tiny glass,called a kas, and streams perfectly into...
Sea, Silk, Cafes and Other Delights in Bursa, Turkey
MaureenJul 06, 2015
My friend Serhat lived for a year in Bursa, tucked next to Mount Uludağ in western Turkey near the Sea of Marmara, the first capital of...