My Invisibility Glasses
“What’s it like as a woman living in Morocco?”1 Well, let me tell you… I get this question approximately 238974837902 times every week from friends, family, strangers, tourists, and pretty much everyone else. [↩]Share...
read more ->Quinoa Stuffed Peppers / A Recipe in Haiku / Cooking Poetry
searching for quinoa was a challenge in Tangier found it in London I smuggled it home and then made this recipe just for all of you quinoa stuffed peppers a recipe in haiku cooking poetry the ingredients (an assortment of healthy vegetables… plus cheese) 1 cup of quinoa 3 green peppers and 1 red (with their tops removed) 1 can of chick peas 1 cup of tomato sauce 2 diced tomatoes 2 small zucchinis 2/3 cups grated cheddar 1 small onion, chopped half-teaspoon fennel half-teaspoon oregano half-teaspoon basil one pinch black pepper 2...
read more ->My First Bite of DS106
After several failed attempts at joining previous iterations of the DS106 online course, I’m making a more focused, disciplined effort this time around. Don’t know about DS106? “Digital Storytelling (also affectionately known as ds106) is an open, online course that happens at various times throughout the year at the University of Mary Washington… but you can join in whenever you like and leave whenever you need. This course is free to anyone who wants to take it, and the only requirements are a real computer, a hardy...
read more ->Unexpected Concert
Sometimes life in Morocco can be frustrating. If I need to fill out paperwork at the police station, send a package, or have the plumbing fixed, for instance. And sometimes it is just lovely. 8:45pm on a Tuesday. A lone trumpet echoes across the street outside. Soon a drum joins in. I wander over to the window, and there–in the street–is a full brass band. As they launch into a traditional wedding song, children gather around them and begin to dance. Neighbors lean out of their windows and stand in doorways. I spot one dancing...
read more ->Marrakesh, a Visual Tour with Haiku Anecdotes and Explanatory Footnotes
Since my last post was so long-winded, I figured I’d go in the opposite direction with this one… At the end of March I met my dear grandparents down in Marrakesh1 We had orange juice for breakfast every morning It was delicious2 Lunch at a café recommended by my friend and very purple3 They both exited into sunlight, their figures dark against the door4 Heat in the main square radiated off a man in red, who strode on5 We walked through the souks dark with shadows but light in the eyes of merchants6 The streets are filled...
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