Sublime

In the evening we had the traditional Greek meal followed by a game in which we would toast one another with blood-colored eggs. The symbolism escapes me, but the holder of the table’s one uncracked egg was supposedly rewarded with a year of good luck. I won only once. It was the year my mother died, my apartment got broken into, and I was taken to

I came here to write. I’d known I wanted to be a writer before I knew how to read, but after college, I found myself only writing copy for advertising agencies that sucked all creativity out of me. Life was so expensive and politics so erratic in Turkey that all of my attempts at literary writing were shut down for one reason or another, each time

an exodus of flip-flops

raconteur?

We gave birth to babies that were American citizens and in whose names we could finally lease land.