Category Archives: On writing about my life with the Karagöz puppets

To eleven years together: “Love is grabbing hold to the great Lion’s mane”


“Love is grabbing hold to the great Lion’s mane” or so go the words from the poet Hafiz. I’ve been clinging to that mane – whipping in the wind it often seems – for eleven years now. Actually, it has been … Continue reading

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Ten Years, Ten Moments: Hacivad Bey Speaks


Today, Hacivad Bey poked his head around the corner of my living room and inquired about my well-being.  “It’s been a long time, M’lady, since you’ve let us come out and play!”  Sighing, I responded, “Indeed, Hacivad Bey, it has. … Continue reading

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The Karagöz puppets are çapuling from bed rest!


Arkadaşlar – Friends, I’m trying hard to make a slowly by slowly come back… I’m feeling very sick and awaiting surgery without a set date due to insurance problems. As I lie here in bed in pain I am entertaining … Continue reading

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