Breakfast spread across the table in typical morning disarray. A kilogram tub of yogurt. A variety of fruits. Scrambled eggs. Toast. Fruit jam and Irish butter. It was a fairly average breakfast that I was quick to compare to my average breakfast in the United States. As we sat around the table enjoying our morning… Read More But what will we eat?
Poppies, like scarlet sprinkles on a cupcake, adorned patches of wild grass along the lane. As I drove my youngsters to their Romanian preschool that spring, it wasn’t just another morning. It was the morning after a presidential primary debate in 2016. When we walked into the small school building, grandparents and mothers turned to… Read More The Humbling Vote
Years ago I sat in a college seminar class with ‘genocide’ written across the board. Our small cohort was learning about specific atrocities perpetrated by humans on other humans. Through documentaries, books and journal articles, and with the guidance of a lawyer, historian and political scientist, we discussed the roots of genocide. Though this was… Read More The Normalization of Contempt
When you move to a new culture, new country, new continent, it’s the little things that grab your attention the first few hours and days. On/off switches on every outlet. A washer and drying in one. Hot chapati or a cappuccino delivered to my door within minutes. Climate control in every room. A view from… Read More The Little Things
The war raged, but in the city, we moved freely. Though the sound of gunshots was rare, signs of the perpetual crisis were all around. Most notably, the grocery store was never fully stocked. Let me rephrase. The shelves might be full, but the store continually lacked bare necessities. One day the aisle would be… Read More Crisis Expectations
I’ve been on many a safari. In English usage, the word ‘safari’ is used almost exclusively to describe an animal-viewing expedition in Africa. Having grown up on the continent, however, I like to use the word in the context of its native tongue. ‘Safari’ simply means journey in Swahili. Like many words in Swahili, it… Read More The Trigger Scent of Safari
The hunt began the moment I walked through customs. Being Mongolia, you might think this hunt takes place on horseback in the remote steppe, using the sharp eyes and talons of an eagle. But those are very skilled hunters. I haven’t been trained in that kind of hunting. I walked to the grocery store down… Read More The Hunt – Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia
I grabbed my upholstery fabric, memorably purchased in Jerusalem’s old city in 2017. I think he said the perfectly patterned material was made in Syria. My craigslist find 1980’s chair was already in the back of the minivan. After I dropped my youngest kids off with a friend, I drove 20 minutes to my favorite… Read More Globalized locally
Fifteen miles inland, the BBC reporter told me last night, is an inland sea. The ocean no longer stops at the shore in central Mozambique, but has moved miles inland. The river has become a bay, drowning the city. This was a shore where as a high-schooler I explored ship wrecks, played sand volleyball and… Read More Catastrophe in Mozambique – have you heard?
A downside of not having a washer and dryer at home is that time must be set aside to go to a laundromat. An upside of not having a washer and dryer at home is that all the week’s laundry gets done in 1.5 hours. Downside is I can’t throw random loads in, willy nilly,… Read More Dispatch from the laundromat