To My Dearest Brother Peter

OR Curing the Depression Here’s a thing that happened to me recently. I have been trying to “manage” the depression that had been impacting my life for the last 10 years. It started 6 months after my mother died and I have been medicated ever since. I am highly medicated and was under the impression... Continue Reading →

That’s a Stretch

Day Three in Dahkla. We had a few goals in mind but nothing crazy, which is good because things don’t have a timeline around here. It started last night at dinner. Carla had one hand on a cell phone and the other was instructing chicken to get on her plate. Somehow I knew she was... Continue Reading →

Wind and More Wind

Dahkla is windy. And loaded with bays. Loads of bays and wind. And some sand. And that makes it a kite surfers paradise. Which is good because there are a lot of kite surfers here so they are not disappointed. Dahkla, so far, is different from other parts of Morocco. We have yet to go... Continue Reading →

How Far South?

It’s impossible to live in another country and not go exploring. I have had some opportunity to tour around and see lots of Morocco, but it is a vast country with lots of corners and coastline. As an immigrant, I have to choose how to allot my travel time. I must leave the country and... Continue Reading →

Tizi n’ Tichcat

I've posted more than a few cat photos on Facebook and IG lately. When I posted some recently of a cat in my home, I got a few 911 messages. "Are you a cat person now?" "Did you get a cat???" "What the hell is happening over there?" I assure you, no, I didn't get... Continue Reading →

Todays Surprise Is….

Every day in Morocco brings a surprise of some sort. The question is not if, nor is it when. The question is “what?” Just how shocking is today’s surprise going to be. Well...... It was all about hair removal today. For women, I think it is fair to say that along with having to protect... Continue Reading →

Tarts in Morocco

In Morocco, things are a little different. In case you haven’t worked that out yet. When its comes to women here I sit up and take notice. Because I am a woman. Also because women have a tough enough go of it in western countries without adding in a culture that sometimes still operates as... Continue Reading →

Strangers Things Too

Sometimes living Marrakech can be a little like living in Harry Potter novel. You often, and by often I mean daily, have to shake your head, blink your eyes and look to a neighbour. “Dj’you see that too?” Quite honestly, with a battle cry of “expect the unexpected” I think there is nothing left that... Continue Reading →

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