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Tweet At school, my son gives me a hurried, “Bye, Rose!” Not mommy, not ‘Anne‘, the Turkish word for mother, but Rose. My two-year-old called everyone ‘Baba‘, father or daddy in Turkish, until recently, and now she’s learned Anne.  I hear ‘mommy’ when I ask my son to say, “Can I please have x-y-x, Mommy?” and […]

Tweet The path from there to here involved some stops along the way, but I’m a Midwesterner through and through. This illustration is a visual trajectory of the direction I took. On any given day, the things that affect my perception change. It can be something as immediate as noisy construction, the call to prayer, or […]