Summer August 2020 to be exact, when we rented an apartment close to the Museum of Innocence in the neighbourhood of Cihangir. A world onto itself…
Each spring as I notice the little buds pushing forth their flowers I’m reminded of my own grand escape. That moment when something in me snapped…
In 2017, with my life in ruins, I returned to Istanbul to take up a teaching position at the university. With the help of a colleague…
You never know when you are going to need to be restart your life. The only thing that is predictable about life is that it’s unpredictable…
This heavy rain reminds me of the night I got off the bus at Fener Balat with another young woman. It had been raining and I…
When I first arrived in Istanbul in September 2018 I wrote… Istanbul would this time be a love story. Not between me and another but between…
This morning I came across an interesting article in Brain Pickings about the French philosopher Maurice Blanchot, the dual power of language and what it really…