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70 Postcards from Paris
Bambi and I were in Paris for the Winter holidays – here is a sampling of what we were up to. It was magical!
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The Graph of a Cry
My dissertation is available as a book for academics, libraries, and those who are interested to read more about the phenomenal journey of the American ghazal. This dissertation analyzes the journey of the ancient Arabic poetic form of the ghazal to America to provide insights into transnational poetry and cultural mobility. While the movement of…
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Intersectionality and Film at the Filmacademie
Almost every year I get to work with the vibrant students of the Filmacademie. An opportunity that I greatly look forward to as it always leads to powerful conversations in which I get to learn just as much as the students. The diversity and inclusion workshop involves the theory of Intersectionality and unpacking films and…
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Museum VoorLinden in a weird year
In the summer 2020, we took some time off to go visit spaces that resonated our inner landscape. It was a beautiful time for innovation, but mostly there was devastation followed by a constant creeping feeling of calamity. When my friend Marrije suggested that a visit to the Museum Voorlinden is a must. I took…
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If I Am Tired, I Will Rest
The kingdom of heaven — whatever that place is to you — does not care about how many books you have published nor how many emails you have answered. Just imagine dying without truly understanding just how many shades of blue the sky contains? Source: If I Am Tired, I Will Rest By: Lisa Marie Basile…
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Plowing through Anxiety
Dr. Olivia Remes says that if you want to accomplish things despite your anxiety, follow these three principles: Anything worth doing is worth doing badly the first time (G.K. Chesterton) Forgive yourself Have a purpose – do something with someone else in mind. As I talk to teachers and students who are struggling with the…
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What to make of this summer?
The Woman Who Turned Down a Date with a Cherry Farmer BY AIMEE NEZHUKUMATATHIL Fredonia, NY Of course I regret it. I mean there I was under umbrellas of fruitso red they had to be borne of Summer, and no other season. Flip-flops and fishhooks. Ice cubes made of lemonade and sprigs of mint to slip in blue glasses of…
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The Art of Food: Sazanka Throwback
A long overdue post, memories of my 41st birthday, celebrated at the very special Sazanka, Okura. Merely selecting and editing the pictures for this post left me with a warm fuzzy feeling.
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My Transcendental Truth
Having recently given a guest lecture in Dr. Laura Rupp’s class on Translanguaging and Transnationalism, my mind kept going back to this old poem I had written: To tell you the truth Upon walking into an airport My body somehow becomes a machine Mechanical with nuts and bolts A system I cyclically follow My head…
