Do you view cooking as drudgery, art, or something in between? My Turkish friend Aslı is a creative cook and culinary genius. She inspires me to pursue fun and adventure in the kitchen. Aslı uses a recipe as a starting point. She changes and adds ingredients based on her mood and what she has in the fridge. I learned from her how to make roasted tomato soup. [Read more…]
When my kids were babies, I could hardly wait for them to grow up, so we could DO something together. Working on art projects with my daughter and playing chess with my son thrilled me. Now that they’re adolescents, I’m having more fun with them than ever, but living with a teenager can be like having a loaded fuse in the house.
I still remember the first time my easy going, polite teenaged boy suddenly exploded. It was like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. I thought, “Who is this person? Can he be the same guy who was living here yesterday?” [Read more…]
Last week was crazy week at my house. Actually, maybe every week is crazy week, but last week the craziness exceeded normal limits. Monday night I hosted a bridal shower for 35 women, Wednesday night 20 people came over to plan a community service project, Thursday I helped with a wedding rehearsal and went to the dinner afterwards. Friday night our house church had a games night, and Saturday I coordinated my friend’s wedding. Sometimes craziness just happens despite my best attempts to take control of my schedule. [Read more…]
This month my husband and I are celebrating twenty years of a marriage that almost didn’t happen. His proposal to me was anything but romantic. After four years of a stormy, long-distance relationship, I was at home crying. We’d just said good-bye after a weekend of arguing, and I was convinced that our relationship was finally over. To my utter shock, Jose stopped by on his way to the airport. He rang the doorbell, kissed me, and shoved a ring on my finger. [Read more…]
Last night thirty-five women packed into my living room to talk, eat, sing, dance, and dye our palms orange. It was definitely another Middle Eastern moment to remind me that I actually do live here. We celebrated the upcoming marriage of a friend with a traditional henna night. The evening started out as a bridal shower, but at 9:00 the bride-to-be donned a red gown and veil. Friends danced around her with a candle lit henna platter before dying her palms. [Read more…]