My little buddy

My little buddy walks in the kitchen and gets me smiling even before I get my morning coffee! I throw him a compliment and he catches it on his swing out the door with a flare only a confident loving preschooler can muster. He points his index fingers at me like he’s about to shoot…

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Arabic/Turkish Coffee

As I mentioned before here, I have a love-hate relationship with what Libyans call Arabic coffee, and the rest of the world calls Turkish coffee. In North America I found that Arabic coffee is usually used to refer to Saudi coffee, which is very light (it looks like light green tea, and has a lot…

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Simone

Simone and I first met in grade five, when her family moved to Ticino from Geneve. We immediately hit it off, and remained tight friends until she moved to another city after Jr. High School. She studied tourism and worked for Cross Air until its dissolution into Swiss, and then in a Tourist Information Center…

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The Best Cup of Coffee

Coffee has been an important part of my life as far as my nostrils can remember: my father prepared his early morning coffee in a stove-top mocha, and every time I make it that way I think of him! But I wasn’t allowed to drink it, until my godmother swept me off to Toulouse (France)…

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Heimlich

Being of a mixed background, and having lived in so many diverse places, having worn many different hats, I sometimes struggle to pinpoint what is home to me. I can tell you that I most definitely felt at home every time I drove into Cape Breton, seeing all the lakes, the forests, but mostly the…

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