Saturday, January 11, 2014

And sleep escapes

Days in nights out lights off and sleep is no more. Today, tonight, I have only one wish just one prayer if there is someone listening and that is for Tunca to get out of this surgery safe and healthy and pain free.

Zeynep sent this.

Thursday, March 14, 2013

Time to sleep

There is a time for everything.

Now, it's time to sleep. And let things rest. We'll see what tomorrow brings.

Zeynep sent this.

Friday, July 20, 2012

My father

My father taught me to be honest and brave. He taught me to love my children unconditionally. That family always comes first. That we live our families not for the sake of "duty" but because they are the ones we will always lean on in times of need and tey are the only ones who will love me back unconditionally.

So now, not being with him right at this moment, when he just kissed his mother goodbye, is just killing me.

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

I could write about the day I waited, in vain, for news of my parents who I kinda knew were in some sort of danger back in 1977. They made it back OK, and I guess I was too young to understand the situation anyways - all I knew was that they were gone, and there was something wrong.

For years, I begged my father not to attend rallies on May 1st. Conditional thinking maybe..

Anyways, back so somewhat nearer past, to 1995, and I was back from a trip to Los Angeles and NYC was going through a pretty hot April. I went to the office to drop off a gazillion boxes and portfolios, and started my 4 minute commute home through Bryant Park. I was wearing these really comfy white jeans (quite fashionable, actually, because Julia Roberts was sitting next to me on the way to LA and she was wearing a very similar pair, ha!) It was late April, maybe the last days of April, and we had plans to go out for dinner, or late drinks with some friends, so when this old lady, with perfectly purplish-grey hair and dark blue Chanel suit stood right in front of me wagging a finger, I couldn't stop but think only of how I yearned to just get home. But I am a nice person, and I stopped, and she said:

"Young miss, you do NOT wear white before May 1st!"

So hey, happy May 1st. You can start wearing white again. Only till Labor Day, though.

Saturday, October 8, 2011

Bruises and Bruce Willis

Those of you who know me, ever wonder why I have so many bruises _all_ the time?

Its because the three guys at home _always_ leave ALL the drawers and closet doors open ALL THE TIME!

I swear it's like the kitchen scene from The Sixth Sense at home, daily. I have photos to prove.

Zeynep sent this.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Friday, April 15, 2011

Testing photo upload

Let's see if this works.