- Montréal, CANADA
- January 12
- Freelance Writer - jack of all genres;master of none.
- warm and genuine
- I divorced my full time career of teaching after 25 years, because meanwhile I fell in love with freelance writing. Ever since, I decided to legitimize my ten-year fling which started in the new millennium.
"WILL OF MY OWN - A Memoir"
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MY RECENT POSTS
- Entertainment for all ages
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- Treasures of Istanbul~The
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MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “Pleased to meet you,
Carl, thanks to my Esteemed
Mr Fornale's nudge.
August 29, 2012 10:49AM
- “I cry also because I
feel deeply sad, wondering
when - if
ever - man
will learn t…”
August 27, 2012 08:28AM
- “Thank you for this
fitting tribute to a man who
inspired many of us
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- “I'll be away all day;
pardon me for not replying
August 14, 2012 08:08AM
- “I sensed a kindredness
of spirit as soon as I read
take hundreds of
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- MY LINKS
"The Terrifying and Beautiful World of Otto Dix"
Following the First World War, Germany experienced an unparallelled blossoming of artistic creativity in Europe. A time of joyful and unbridled revelry that would be known as The Roaring Twenties was also marked… Read full post »
They Rest Facing the Sun
Visiting a cemetery to see the grave stones of one’s ancestors, reading their names, dates and relationships inscribed on the head stones can be a humbling experience, especially when one can trace the family back over two centuries. But occasionally time,… Read full post »
On October 23, 2008 the Montreal Museum of Fine Arts inaugurated new galleries devoted to Napoleon and to the First Empire. The Napoleonic collection is a major gift of Ben Weider, who is committed to enrich the Canadian collection of the museum as a whole by having such an/… Read full post »
I am not an atheist, nor do I define myself within the sanctions of any major religion. Yet, I believe in a supreme power that must have created the universe and regulates it. For the last few years I've been wondering, how the concept of god and prayer entered into my… Read full post »
I get seasick, I warn y'all. But, there ain't nuthin' I wouldn'a do in the spirit of pirate wimminhood sistahs. So here's to you and to us and to all !
A healthy breakfast is the foundation of a good day, they say; and I'm a firm believer in that adage. After a night of resting our bodies and minds, we need to refuel ourselves with simple, yet nutritious choices for a kick-start to carry us throughout th/… Read full post »
No, no, no, not yet ! We'll have enough of that stuff for the next five months. First it will be fun - white and pristine, glistening under the colorful christmas lights, reflecting from the windows and trees houses have decorated. Then it will grow into mountains on the yards/… Read full post »
In 2004 during my husband's fellowship at Cambridge, UK, I became acquainted with beloved Precious Ramotswe, and ever since, I have been a fan of Alexander McCall Smith, the creator of the fictitious character and the author of The No.1 Ladies' Detective Agency. Born in/… Read full post »
"Unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it bears much fruit." (John 12:24)
As I take walks around my neighborhood, imbibing the golden hues of a waning season and admire the final floral glories in clusters of chrysanthemums ranging from whites to yellow, pink to deep burgundy, I cannot help but remember a story I used to present my s… Read full post »
I looked for you
in the autumn-splashed streets
on a rainy mid October.
On Ste Catherine Street
in a store window
I thought I saw your face.
I reached to trace your lips.
As they brushed the wet cold glass-
my finger tips… Read full post »
Bushels of Apples Under a Tree is an oil painting on canvas created in 1892 by Levi Wells Prentice (1851 – 1935). The artist was born in the Adirondack region of New York, in a town called Harrisburg. This is a region I travel quite often as I visit/… Read full post »
Above is part of a portrait of Babacim taken in Ottawa, before he left to resettle in the US to be closer to my sister and his grandchildren. Little did any of us know 1995 would be his seventieth and final year of life on this earth. That photograph is enlarged/… Read full post »
There is hardly a person in the Western world who is not familiar with the names and the tragic love story of Romeo and Juliet. Although their creator William Shakespeare's life is known not in great detail, and at times it has even been argued that his plays were written by/… Read full post »
I wanted to share one of my favorite poems, The Day is Done, combined with the photographs I took today of my neighborhood in its Autumn glory. This is as good as it will get and afterwards, the trees will bare their branches to snow and ice until another spring. I'd like to/… Read full post »
Chantale called last night to remind that I had a 10 am appointment today at the SAAB-Isuzu dealer for an oil change and the seasonal maintenance check on my car. I've come to recognize her voice almost without her introduction of herself, as she has a very unique way of pronouncin/… Read full post »
I was a backseat passenger in my sister and brother-in-law's car, visiting our mother and other sister. On our return trip I couldn't resist the temptation of squeezing between the opening of the headrests of the front seats to shoot the following scenes along Interstate 87 - one of the prettie… Read full post »
I still have the dollar store ceramic cat. I think it was Nathan who gave it to me - one hand extending the awkwardly wrapped box, the other holding a “Mery Christmas Miss I'll miss you” card. Hand-made. Obviously. Like the cards from the thirty-two other boys and girls I had le/… Read full post »
A recent post I read by Catherine Forsythe reminded me of many ways my father helped my sisters and me with math, algebra, geometry, calculus and trigonometry through high school and university. I did not pursue the more difficult branches of these sciences myself, but I remembered some simple tricks/… Read full post »
When I posted my apple beet fennel salad recipe, some of my OS friends admitted they hate beets. How could anyone hate beets? Beets are very good for you ! So I have been thinking ways of how I could present this hearty, healthy vegetable to them that would please/… Read full post »
The statuette of Yunus Emre in Büyükçekmece, Istanbul.
A single word can brighten the face
of one who knows the value of words.
Ripened in silence, a single word
acquires a great energy for work.
War is cut short by a word,
and a word heals the wounds,
and… Read full post »
For most of my youth, beets have been a condiment, served pickled during winters when fresh salads were not available in Turkey. In fact, I remember my mother classifying vegetables as summer and winter veggies; and bemoaning the fact that her cooking in winter was limited to potatoes, leeks, cabbage/… Read full post »
Although I am born into a Muslim family, I have never worn a hijab, abaya or burqa in my entire life. Nor has my mother or grandmother done so. In fact, I had not even heard of the burqa or knew what one looked like until recently when the Taliban came unto/… Read full post »
I remember my childhood fondly when my mother turned fruits picked at their perfection, or seasonal vegetables, into shimmering preserves and mouth-watering pickles. My favorite was quince jam. Seeing the the awkward looking aromatic fruit turn into a crimson sweet topping for my butter/… Read full post »
I remember my “firsts” well. Some are more striking and unforgettable than others. My first kiss, my first dance with a boy, the touching of my fingers with the man I loved, when we met for the first time. They are now wistful memories - neatly folded and tucked away in/… Read full post »
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