Written late-2015 Back in the summer when I was still excited by the word ‘expat’ I read a lot about the different things that will happen to you when you move overseas, and most articles briefly touch on the subject of illness, but nothing I read really emphasised how sick you’ll get. I’ve been sick… Read More Everything’s Different: I’m Sick of being Sick!
*Written mid-2016 We went for a walk around the block this evening. Just me and my sister-in-law. We look pretty similar and people often confuse us. We’ve both got a distinctively Eastern European look about us yet she is Arab, and is thus particularly striking. Tonight was no different. Something I’ve come to learn is… Read More Street Harassment in Jordan
“Something glimpsed from the corner of the eye, in passing”: Exploring Epiphany and Metamorphosis in Raymond Carver’s ‘Fat’. Raymond Carver summarised the short story form by quoting V. S. Pritchett’s definition as “something glimpsed from the corner of the eye, in passing.” It is commonly suggested that the short story relies on an epiphany for it… Read More Raymond Carver’s ‘Fat’
Pet peeve: when people start blogs with ‘I’m sooo sorry guys, I haven’t posted in sooo long. I feel so guilty [insert other OTT emotional responses for not writing to a mostly imagined audience who are not remotely bothered not to have heard from you in the past week, month, year]. But seriously, I feel guilty.… Read More On Not Writing
I’m a country girl. My mum always tells me I’m not a ‘real’ country gal, but mum, I am. It’s taken me moving to a big faceless city to recognise just how connected I am to nature and it’s non-silence. I think my mum denies my country-smarts because she wanted me to have more of… Read More Things that Scuttle in the Night
Jerash is city north of Amman, and casually sitting in the middle of its narrow bustling streets is an ancient Roman city, vast and magnificent, with ruins coursing up and down hill tops and mini valleys. During spring the terrain across the ruins ranges from dusty tracks to meadows. The yellow stones of the temples, theatres, baths and hippodrome… Read More Jerash: Missing the Crowds
(Edited, old post! :)) Have I written a blog about how everything’s different here? I must have, it’s like my mantra. Everything’s different here. Everything! Having made several loaves of beautiful bread over christmas – plaited, filled, farmhouse, you name it – I decided to replicate my baked goodness here. I like fresh pita bread,… Read More Everything’s Different: Issues with Yeast