Category: Blog
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Ramadan
I was invited to stay for Ramadan. I’m not sure that’s exactly what happened so much as it was just clear that I would be staying because why wouldn’t I be? Last year, I left just before and the sisters were sad I was missing it and said, “Next year, inchallah.” It is the special…
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My Moroccan Family
I have a family in the desert that is not my family. But somehow, we know each other. Somehow we are the same. When I met them, I recognized them instantly, and I think they felt the same. Jacque told me when I first arrived, they said, “Oh finally, you’re here!” They had been waiting…
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The Paper Saga
My carefully laid plans…and what do they say about that? It’s the fastest way to make God laugh. Well, there was popcorn and a scramble for front row seats to watch this orchestration unravel. The idea: I’m going to keep doing my stitched notes, Studio Lupino, here in Morocco. I can type the notes and…
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New Chapter
New chapters and perhaps this isn’t really a new chapter at all. It is a different volume all together. Like the encyclopedias we used to have as kids. A different book entirely but of the same collection. Gold letters embossed on a deep blue cloth spine. I’m here. And I’m not yet. I’m still in…
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The flood and new friends
I had a sad day and decided to go to bed early. Fully asleep I realize there is knocking on my door. It’s the night door man trying to tell me something important. I’m half asleep and in my nightgown but catch the word lma…water. So, I gesture for him to come in. He checks…
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Sad days
They are happening. I am tracking them to see if there is a pattern. It seems like once a week I have a day of just exhausted collapse. This whole thing I’m doing, whatever that is… surrendering. “Free falling with God.” Not having a plan but trusting my intuition and following signs. Taking off to…
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The Apartment
When I went to college, I was close enough to go home easily but the school suggested and therefore my mom enforced no going home until Thanksgiving. So that you gave yourself a real chance at getting adjusted, to making friends, to finding a rhythm. I’ve imposed the same sort of rule on myself at…
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new motto, new friends, new apartment
I said goodbye to my new London friends. We cried. It’s amazing how fast connections can form when you’re traveling like this. I feel like I’ve known them longer than four days. I’m going to London to visit and bring my mom. They will come stay in my riad and come to my wedding….to whoever,…
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Café des Espices
My favorite café so far in Marrakech is Café des Espices in the spice piazza (I’m sorry I will never not be Italian in naming this type of space). Rattan umbrellas three deep, stools, armchairs with red carpet pillows on the perimeter, straw hats on each table, greeter man, waiters and waitresses! scurrying about, huge…
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The Women and the Shopping
I am not shopping. For a multitude of reasons. I need nothing. I have no house to put anything. I don’t know where exactly I live. I am already carrying to much. Figuratively and literally. Like want to find a UPS store to send things home carrying too much. I understand and can appreciate the…