Tag Archives: Puppet

Esma sees jasmine vines, but Karagöz focuses on Coca-Cola consumption

Posted on August 21, 2012 by lizcameron

When I last left you, I had just gotten word from the U.S. that a trip home as soon as possible was warranted – as my Father was being admitted to hospice care. At that time, there had been some … Continue reading →

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Approaching death in a Turkish-American relationship: Is it time to stir the irmik helvası?

Posted on August 15, 2012 by lizcameron

Surrounded by the puppets and M. on the crinkle-comfort white couch, I listened to the filtered  sound of traffic in the windy streets of Nişantaşı coming in through the slanted, modern windows that opened towards me, as opposed to just the … Continue reading →

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The grassy keyboard and the glass shards remaining

Posted on August 14, 2012 by lizcameron

So submerged was I, that it wasn’t until the fiftieth glass shard ratta-tat-tattled tinkety way down into my lair below the typewriter keys and on down past the steel spines with noted curvature to the grass roots nestled just below … Continue reading →

Posted in Family Challenges, On writing about my life with the Karagöz puppets, Visits from the Karagöz puppets | Tagged , , , , | 4 Comments