Category: Amor
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Tropical Turquoise Take-Over
What I love without reservation, qualm or apology is the color turquoise. As a child, however, the color I loved unreservedly was red. My mom likes to tell the story of continually buying me new water color sets because I would use all the red up and ignore everything else. I liked red for a…
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Love in the Time of Ceramics
Najib was our waiter at the dingy, ill-lit shawarma place right inside the New Gate of Old City Jerusalem. He arrived at our table with twinkly light brown eyes, curly hair pulled into a pony tail at the nape of his neck and a tattoo peeking out from under his short-sleeve shirt. When we asked…
Behind the Blue Door 