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Words for Play · 7M ago

Just like New York

Pops called me daughter, dropping the grand. Sometimes he called me oh girl. “Oh girl, oh girl, oh girl,” he’d say when he entered the room, and I knew he was talking to me. He had voice, and I loved him for it. But, I liked it best when he said “Just like New York.” [...]
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Words for Play · 7M ago

“I came to Casablanca for the waters.”

In Brooklyn there came the sound of the ice cream truck, maddening in its frequency and cheeriness, a sure way to recognize the summer season if the foul smell of garbage cans and the oppressive heat hadn't already clued you in. There's an equally irritating aural villain in my neighborhood in Casab
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Words for Play · 1Y ago

Remembering Argana.

We raced a Moroccan sun. “If we time it right, you’ll see magic twice from the terrace,” I explained to my friend Natalie. “First when the sun sets, and then again when the square twinkles to life.” We both needed a bathroom badly, but I insisted there wasn’t time. Our waiter at Cafe Argana had [...
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Words for Play · 1Y ago

Hey Blue, this blog’s for you . . .

The sharqi blew the streets of Tangier and Tetouan clean. So we climbed into a grand taxi and blew ourselves away too.
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Words for Play · 1Y ago

Bab Tales

I heard about Mogador before I landed in Africa. An older adjunct at the university where I taught in Brooklyn narrated the story of adventuring with his family through Morocco in a VW van. "Essaouira was great in those days," he said. "It was the 70s. About five minutes after I rolled in, a kid ask
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Words for Play · 1Y ago

Bab Tales

Bab Tales, un album sur Flickr.
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Words for Play · 1Y ago

Passing through Banana Village

There's a Moroccan joke about how hard it is for tourists to pronounce the word for mint, which is na3na3. And in the joke the tourist orders atay b'na3na3 (mint tea), but because they can't pronounce the eins, the waiter brings out banana tea.
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Words for Play · 1Y ago

Go out and cry mutiny!

During my freshman year of college, I developed an overwhelming and unrealistic crush on young Orson Welles. He’d died in 1985 at the age of 70 (I was four), but that didn’t matter. At 18, I lusted after his long takes, swooned over his severe angles, and eagerly awaited his shadow play and deep foc
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Words for Play · 1Y ago

Drinking with the Colonizer

(hi friends, I’m a little behind on updating my blog. But! I’m back!). In Lyon, I wore a short skirt with bare legs and pretended I was back in New York. Signs across France proclaimed le Beaujolais Nouveau Est Arrivé!, and to compliment our dinner of squid, foie gras, and scallops, my friend and I
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Words for Play · 1Y ago

It’s all about Ishmael.

Old Abe was a crotchety, but pious, feller roundabouts 86 years and climbing. He had fine-looking wife named Sara, who also happened to be his half-sister. But they didn’t care. Because she was hot! But Sara was also barren. Still, she wanted her husband to have everything his big ol’ heart desired.
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