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 ->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 ->Chaplin and bee tea and Klimt, oh my!
Another tardy blog post, eh? I kicked off 2012 in style. Whoops, did I say “in style”? I meant “in bed”. Horrible illness notwithstanding,1 I managed to spend a little time with family and friends in London before hopping on a plane back to Tangier. Early January in Tangier was exciting, and not just because of the delightful weather. Not one, but two friends, Christopher2 and Erin,3 joined me in Morocco for the final week of my vacation. If I described our activities in detail, I would be sitting here on my couch,...
read more ->Morocco, Weeks Seventeen Through Twenty-One
My last month was remarkably uneventful and, at times, crushingly boring. Work, work, and then–for good measure–some more work. The weather here has been gorgeous (sunny and warm nearly every day) but sometimes I go several days at a time without feeling the sun on my face for more than five minutes. I arrive at work just after sunrise, and often leave after dark. Go home, eat, fall asleep. Repeat. Haven’t written. Haven’t drawn. Haven’t picked up my mandolin. My camera has been sitting in a desk drawer for three...
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