Tag Archives: Turkish

Cue the dancing girls: They finally emerge from my purse for a moon dance

Posted on August 9, 2011 by lizcameron

There is a rustling and a jingling somewhere on the floor.  Sleep holds in gravity against my eyelids, which are leaden and deeply in stasis.  I think “scorpion on the floor.” Karagöz giggles mercilessly in my ear, causing my adrenalin … Continue reading →

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Quality time with bikinis, books and the dancing ladies in Bodrum

Posted on August 8, 2011 by lizcameron

The year is 2004.  The day is indiscernible between sunshine, jet-lag, enjoying a visit with my boyfriend’s family and on-again, off-again culture shock.  It is mid-afternoon, and I am tanning and reading just steps from the Aegean in a gated … Continue reading →

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Hacivad snorts, Karagöz revels: On reviewing idiotic Internet posts on Turkish-American marriage/partner relationships

Posted on August 4, 2011 by lizcameron

It’s a windy, hot morning on the island again, and I am risking sitting on the patio in my demure cotton nightgown again, despite yesterday’s mishaps with Ahmet’s visit.  It is only 7 a.m., I think, he can’t “just stop … Continue reading →

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