I love food. You may have guessed this since half of my posts end up discussing this topic in one way or another. I wander through bakeries like some women wander through clothing stores. Food has woven itself into the fabric of my memories. It’s the crispy-on-the-outside, tender-on-the-inside pork chops my Grandma would prepare for… Read More

I’ve been back in the States for precisely a month today. Amidst the whirlwind of such a significant move, there hasn’t been much time for reflection. However, this morning, it seems that some of the dust has settled, and I finally have the opportunity to write a little. A friend who has often lived abroad… Read More

The father opened a small door in the wall, and we followed suit, crouching to enter. The transition from the bright outside sun to the dim hallway momentarily blinded us. We trailed behind the father through the corridor, up a narrow flight of stairs, and into another long passage. The aroma of cooking food greeted… Read More