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In Honor of my Father: An Ode to March
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)
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
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...