We’ve been playing the “OK Google” game since Sunday. Bilgin’s passions are usually infectious. Technology is on top of his list. We kept raining our commands on to Google one after another. -OK Google, what does a crocodile sound like? -OK Google, what does my day look like? -OK Google, I’m bored. And…

Towards the end of June, it’s gotten really hot in Turkey. Bilgin started saying “I had enough with this heat and humidity.” But there I was, hanging on to every drop of sunshine. It meant family, it meant loved ones. One evening alone at home, I sat on the windowsill of our 5th-floor…

I’m in the process of teaching myself not to give a shit about what you think about what I post. Not easy to do since I choose to post publicly, in some sense I post for the audience. As much as I love my solitude, it’s to a certain degree. Beyond that, there’s…

I was talking to a friend yesterday where the Turkish word “balli” came into context. She is Indian but “balli” just described her circumstances. I said, “you bitch, you are so balli”. I’ve met few balli people in my life. There was another friend in London, a Turkish girl born in Greece full…

You would think “cold” and I would get along well since the winters of my childhood were in the snow at houses with one heated room. The rest of the house would be freezing cold especially at night and in the mornings. Oh, I owe the world to my mother to get up…

I’ve been very slow on social media. I felt I needed some slow time. It’s been a while since the last post and my daughter is always an inspiration. I can write on her every day but I hold back. This is a letter I wrote to her recently, on her 7th birthday….

Our ordinary lives, indeed not so ordinary. No one to blame, but my year around 2016 has been one big chaos. I may have tried to create a hero out of myself by committing to so much and in the meantime trying be the good mum, good housekeeper and be creative along the…