My first boyfriend was Libyan.  Here we are at Jabal al-Akhdar (Green Mountain) picnicking with our families.  Ever arguing over his fetish for jogging pants and how he soiled himself publically, we were…

Editorial Note: Originally published on 2012/02/17. ——————– Colin receives all of the accolades. Last week, I was on course for work. When introducing ourselves, we were asked to name our…

370 days ago, I was sitting at Planet Coffee when I decided to start my little project. Randomly, I had heard of others starting such things but became anxious at…

Greetings from California! I had hoped to engage limited internet activity, but turns out that’s impossible for your WebMistress, and so here I am seated with a cappuccino and my…

Of late, I have been quite heavily and v happily wrapped in citizenship issues and questions. I understand this struggle of immigration on a personal level and also the depth…

My friend came over yesterday to put the final touches on The Cloud Cave. Namely, to hang all 15 of my art pieces and a 7,000 pound mirror which I…

BREAKING! The ants in my pants are no more, and I miss them. I am entirely bagged. I have a tension headache that I can’t fix, since Tuesday. It came…

I am the little one, with head shaped like a potato. The beautiful woman is my patrilineal grandmum Standing by the Mediterranean’s wintered coastline at Gaza, in approximately 1980, my…

We were there for 48 hours and here’s a scrunched itinerary for those of you on a tight schedule. First, don’t go in the winter unless you’re interested in experiencing…

The most important lesson I took from 2011, and which I have taken from every single year past is that life really and truly is precious cargo. I am not…

Updated 8 Dec 2011: I will not be posting the photos on Prolific Immigrant, but rather here at my flickr page. For quick access, I have added a link on…

This is one of the most amazing things I have seen in a very very long time. I just can not tell you how hard I love this, or the…

A little girl, asked where her home was, replied, “where mother is.” ~Keith L. Brooks Often, I have teased my mum about the weird seeds she saves in her fridge….

It was the first morning that Dianna and I awoke in Scotland. Since we were to travel overnight, we’d not made any plans for that first day, instead getting to…

The saying “Paradise is at the feet of mothers” is rooted in the following: A man asked the Prophet Mohammed whether he should fight in a war. To this, the…

Dear Reader, Oh look. I’ve gone and changed the title again. As starting point, I would like to introduce you to the lunatic + lovely coupling which brought forth yours…

So. I haven’t been home (here) in nearly a month. Beg your greatest pardons and thank you for all of the amazing email messages which you have sent asking after…

Do you remember Baden? I wrote this about him earlier: “Having decided to completely nerd out yesterday, I took The Big Bus Tour of Stanley Market and sat on the…

Sensitivity is the heart to make peace with the most awe inspired of all for the love. I couldn’t have said it better myself. They have a way with English…

Happy Chinese New Year (of the Rabbit)! Comments closed.

After posters of Don Johnson, Kirk Cameron (pre fundamentalist Christianity) and Jason Bateman finally came down from my walls, it was Erté’s Girl on a Swing (a greeting card, believe…

Dear Readers, I frequent too many a café while traveling. Once more, I write to you from a coffee shop, only this time I am in Paris on a street…

I am seated at Nude Espresso in the Brick Lane market; the weather in London Town has been crisp, bright and without rain. Having spent my early childhood summers in…

  That’s the mac light which Baby Jane brought as a gift for my Treehouse. It now sits in my bedroom window and I have decided that I shall use…

The last time I was in Beirut was in 2006 while helping with the evacuation of Canadian civilians. That experience was, to say the least, mind-blowing on too many levels….

Note: The below was written on March 20th, while I was in London. My writing will slow for the next while as I will be up in the air (sadly,…

Leaving for Rome & London tomorrow and I promise stories while there; thank you for the well wishes re travels…xox Video no1 – Kitty took this while we were on…

Blogging on the fly; pardon all shit error and spelling. Jumped off my flight and landed at Elixir for dinner, with these two gorgeous broads. Not surprisingly, we were asked…

This is the final entry about this just last trip to Austin. I have written about Lisa before – a wonder of a woman who, from the moment we met,…

I did it. With the help of a very lovely neighbour named MING, who may or may not capitalise all letters in his name, which rhymes with KING. The instructions…

This is the third and final post to part 1: Longhorns crush Denver & a Canuck learns the secret handshake & remains clueless re Football, unless associated with Taylor Kitsch…

My camera battery died, shortly before we began our drive along California’s Highway 1, and so this is the only video from our California Roadtripping. In fact, the entire photo…

This is part two to Longhorns crush Denver & a Canuck learns the secret handshake & remains clueless re Football, unless associated with Taylor Kitsch & COACH ERIC TAYLOR. **********…

Fascist Blogger thought my original title was too long and so forced me to cut it short. This should have been called ‘Longhorns crush Denver & a Canuck learns the…

So. Naomi and I have known one another since university – she was completing her undergraduate and I my M.A. and we both lived at the graduate pub on campus…

Last I was in Austin, I had decided to purchase a piece of local art that I would keep forever and ever, and as an ode to the fact that…

Apparently, the wiggling index fingers by the temples is not the Longhorns secret handshake. I won’t share with you what the actual secret handshake is because it is unimaginative and…

I’m typing this while seated at Austin’s best coffee ‘house’ – which is, in fact, more like an open air wooden wanna-be-bar. Really, Jo’s looks as though it has the…

Are you watching this show yet? Are you watching Friday Night lights yet? Why not? What could you possibly be doing that hasn’t allowed you to watch this show just…

I wish to travel with the carnivàle, any carnivàle. Only, unfortunately, I’m not talented, so this is not at all a possibility. Instead, I can live vicariously through trips to…