Click Here for Altar Girls

One evening about a year after my baptism, my sponsor told me I should become an altar server. Finding a service niche to suit me was turning into a moral Rubik’s Cube for the both of us. I couldn’t sing or play an instrument. The local house of hospitality was, literally, overflowing with volunteers. It [Read More...]

Here We Go Again, Folks

Don’t tell anyone I’m writing. I’m supposed to be beavering away on a new curriculum for advanced EFL students. Compared to most of the other jobs I’ve held, it’s more useful, less venal, and engages much more of the gray matter. It’s also deathly tedious. Unless I seize the odd chance to use language — [Read More...]

Running in Bursa

It would be nice to report that I begin every morning with a four-mile run, but it wouldn’t be true. Per immemorial custom, I begin it with a cigarette. Then I rifle my pockets for spare lira and stumble downstairs and across the street to the local convenience store for an ekmek, which I consume [Read More...]


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